So I text John the other day that I really need some todo list items done. Things like killing a huge black widow in the sports closet and putting batteries in the baby swing. Here's what he emails back to me. The subject line is "Your husband's untimely death"
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He couldn't confront the list.
He heard there were no liars in heavan and made a choice.
He left you a list of things to do in the event of his death.
They are as follows: Raise my children as if they were your own.
Don't spend all the life insurance $ in one place.
Tell your dad to be cub scout den leader.
Weep daily now that he is gone.
He might come back if you shorten the list?"
Oh lover man - you kill me. Thank goodness for your sense of humor. As much as it kills me to admit it sometimes - it sure does help a LOT! xo
