ww: rip tiff gee

I keep telling myself, "This is morbid, morbid, so bad." And then I remember when I willingly took a class on the psychology of death and bereavement and remind myself that morbidity is a part of life. And this is no less morbid than when I tell Justin that I want a Viking burial at sea. Or when I tell THAT CAT that I am going to sell her to the neighbors to make her into soup. More to come on that one.

Tiff Gee (March 11, 1983 – August 21, 2013)

Tiffany Ann Gee lost her battle to hemorrhoids, allegedly induced by her breakfast smoothie addiction. It was a catch-22 for her. Without the smoothies, she was "not herself." But with the smoothies, the trauma that she would suffer many hours later made her wonder if it was all worth it. A vicious, vicious cycle indeed. However her bridal weight loss goals did in fact push her to make the decision to continue the smoothie torture. And now a bride she never will be.
Tiffany is best remembered for her knack of creating stories about strangers, mostly at the gym. She was the lead crusader of the "LEGGINGS ARE NOT PANTS" movement at her place of employment. She would be honored if her legacy was the success of this crusade. Please take this hint, everyone. She was quick-witted, foul-mouthed, and could drink a sailor under a table. She accomplished a little bit of everything in life, yet was a master of nothing. And yes, that was just her face.
Mrs. Gee is survived by her fiance, Justin Dee, who shall never ever marry anyone because Tiffany would want it that way; her lovingly insane bombay cat from hell, jmeoww, who will have no one to cuddle with EVER; her family, which speaking of please post this to facebook so they know of her demise; and her blog friends, although they sent her ridiculous blog prompts once a week that made her very uncomfortable about her mortality.
Please join us this weekend for a Viking burial at sea.