Six DAYYYYYS and various depressing things.

WEEWEECHU A MERRY CHRISTMAS....
Yeah.

Six days till Christmas.
Excitement.
And if you're not excited.....I'm just going to assume you celebrate something other than Christmas, and you're excited for that.
SO.
Everyone knows about Christmas, and there's really not too much to explain there...
In which case, on to the depressing things.

First, the obvious one I'm sure everyone's heard of by now.
I'm not going to go and explain the entire Casey Anthony thing, unless you're confused about it. Assuming everyone DOES know what I'm talking about, it's safe to think that most of you have heard that the authorities are more or less sure they've found Caylee's body, less than a mile from her grandparent's house. [Granted they aren't specifically saying they believe it, but everyone does. Except maybe the slightly insane grandmother.]
Not fun, horribly sad, the entire ordeal. But it's about time the poor kid has some sort of proper funeral, and so that the rest of us can get on with our lives as well. Poor Caylee, poor Florida. Poor world, actually, the way this thing's on the news.
In my house, my dad insists that Casey deserves the electric chair. Which, granted, she does. But my mom and I think it would be worse for her if she had to stay in jail for the rest of her life. Death is nothing when you can't go out partying every night.
Sad sad sad. Poor kid.

And in other depressing news.
My mom's friend's mother died yesterday.
She was battling lymphoma. Which, coincidentally, is what my neighbor had before he died. Not a pleasant thing to go through. There's going to be a service for her at a Church on Saturday, so we'll be going to that.
And I'm thinking I may have to talk my parents into letting me have a few Christmas presents early, because if I don't I'm not sure I'll find anything in my closet that's anywhere near church-acceptable.
Typical .