I don't want to do another meme

But I do want to tell you that my uncle, you know, Uncle McJackass, is a member of the state's Polka Hall of Fame. For all of his assholery, he's actually quite good.

Oh, and I may have mentioned that my grandmother has her own set of problems. Several months ago, my father communicated to me that she made arrangements for her own funeral services and for the dog after her death. Peppy, the pepper-colored micro-poodle, was to be cremated and buried with my grandmother--that is, if the dog preceded her in death. If not, the dog was to be euthanized, embalmed, and stuffed into the casket with my grandmother.

Unfortunately, Peppy was the victim of a dog attack last month, and she has since been cremated. (Fortunately, no one has to take this dog to the vet and put down a perfectly healthy animal because my grandmother had the notion that Peppy would be inconsolable with grief.) My grandmother has since obtained two Yorkshire Terrier puppies who remain unnamed to this day. No news as to what will happen when my grandmother dies.