Yougoogalee And Other Zoolander Tales

The other day, after we found out Great Grandma Marion had taken a right down a dead end after 92 years, I was volunteered to help write the eulogy to a woman I didn't know well beyond the elf soap and cat ornaments she'd given me for the past 17 years at Christmas time. I opted to hand over the privilege to motherdearest who grew up with her, and was bound to write a more heart-felt passage than one that uses expressions like "chillin' with J.C. in the clouds" as distraction slang from extreme discomfort.

Some things I learned about GGMA-M (It caught on at the end there...) that are not likely to be repeated in my own eulogy:
-She made Chex Mix years before they came out with it, and years before you could patent recipes. She called it "Party Mix".
-Marion never had a hair out of place.
-She kept everything. Including newspapers from almost everyday.
-She was stylish, sophisticated, and a fabulous cook.

I think I'd actually be fairly accurate in saying that they could 180 GGMA-M's life and call it mine. That'll save someone some time somewhere along the line.