I suppose Caro has carried on in her mother's footsteps. She probably has had a string of husbands and more money than is decently acceptable and absolutely no real sense of how to spend it. Perhaps now that her mother is dead, she'll move back to town and live in the family mansion. She'll take over where her mother left off. She will donate gobs of money to the church, be on the social committees and try to run the country club. The really bad news is Caro isn't too old take up where her mother left off with our husbands. I keep thinking they'll eventually get too old to chase after cheap perfume but it hasn't happened yet and I suppose some could think she was attractive. She is definitely fit but that hair. Could it hold anymore bleach? Some people just weren't meant to be blond. How I hate that family!
How can one miserable woman have so many good things said about her. I thought we would have been out of here long ago. I guess money can't buy you happiness but it can buy you a lot of lies after you're dead. It's truly ironic that George is up there touting how wonderful a person she was when we were both just griping about her last week on the tennis court. Carol was trying to change the yearly dance at the country club and neither of us were happy about it. Of course, no one expected her to go so soon. She was only 60 . They say 60 is the new 40. Whatever that means. Dead is dead. Oh yeah, the organ is playing. One last song, one last tribute to that wench and we're out of here.
The soloist, who probably cost the family a fortune and was flown in from L.A., started singing "You are So Beautiful to Me". I can hardly hold in the laughter. I wonder if she planned this herself and left instructions with the family with threats to withhold money if they didn't do it.
How can one miserable woman have so many good things said about her. I thought we would have been out of here long ago. I guess money can't buy you happiness but it can buy you a lot of lies after you're dead. It's truly ironic that George is up there touting how wonderful a person she was when we were both just griping about her last week on the tennis court. Carol was trying to change the yearly dance at the country club and neither of us were happy about it. Of course, no one expected her to go so soon. She was only 60 . They say 60 is the new 40. Whatever that means. Dead is dead. Oh yeah, the organ is playing. One last song, one last tribute to that wench and we're out of here.
The soloist, who probably cost the family a fortune and was flown in from L.A., started singing "You are So Beautiful to Me". I can hardly hold in the laughter. I wonder if she planned this herself and left instructions with the family with threats to withhold money if they didn't do it.
