My "weird and quirkieness" has always been low key. Well, ok, except when it comes to cats. Everything MUST be cats. But, there is always room for the [cue wavy 50s horror music and echo]weird... and... unusuaaaal... [/cue]

I have a tiny little fetish for funeral stuff. Always have, probably always will. We're talking the full deal here... graveyards, cemeteries, and hearses (Scott even helped me stumble on what I consider a modern mini hearse, which K&D made even cooler!). Once I even applied to Mortuary School, but thought a veterinarian would make more money. Which just goes to show teenagers really don't know a goddamn thing (Nina).

Went digging around tonight and stumbled onto this which I think is hot as, well, you know, but my mother would kill me since she bought me a 'gothic style' chandelier already. So I think, "maybe a car?", but Scott says that our neighbors probably wouldn't appreciate me parking a hearse in the driveway. He also says real-estate appraisers get all fluttery when a funeral car with a blower through the hood and chrome pipes under the fenders is sitting in front of the house.

So, Skullie, it's time that we re-evaluate our lives and open that funeral parlor. Battie can do the books ;). My mom said she would do the hair and makeup (No really! I come by my quirks naturally!).

Update: Link repaired and spelling checked. Should all work now.