This is the picture that the family provided for the obituary of a local man. Seriously, how great is this picture? That look is so shifty and awesome; I love it. And it made me think that I need to be sure that someday my family picks a good picture of me for mine. Not the most flattering, where all my grandkids say 'Oh look how sweet Granny looks', but where I look awesome in an insane kind of way. If Tom outlives me, I know he'll be on board to do this for me.
And then my tombstone could read like, "Phoebe Buffet: Buried Alive".
I know, who thinks about this stuff? Stay at home moms who have been stay at home moms for more than a decade which is clearly too long, that's who.