Last night Stu's employer gave everyone who works for him about 50 pounds of beef...She put hers up in the freezer, then came into the house and said, "Mom, I put a t-bone in your freezer.  I thought you could have it on your anniversary since you and Dad liked steaks on your anniversary..."  [For the uninitiate, Dad died on the 7th of February.  December 21 would have been our 38th anniversary...]

"Well...Honey...actually, I wasn't planning on celebrating this year..."

:::wide unblinking stare:::  :::comprehension slowly dawning::: ...and then she starts LAUGHING!  "I'm sorry!  I just got a mental picture of you sitting at the table eating steak by yourself!" (read that last sentence again.)

So about this time the phone rang, and it was Chisum.  I was gasping from laughter, but managed to tell him what his sister had done.  "Damn, Stuart!  What a dick!"  But then he got caught up in it..."It would have to be a very small table, with an empty chair on the other side, and a plate with an untouched steak on it...but the good news is, the table is really a lazy susan, so when you finish your steak you can swing it around and eat Dad's!"

About this time, Seguin comes in from the kitchen and says, "Mom, Stuart and I are planning on going to a movie that night so you can be alone..."

I think I'd do better if my kids weren't so mushy and sentimental...Sort of expecting Jenny to call up and ask if I'm planning to picnic on Dennis' grave that night...