My Husband Called Dibs On First To Die
This has been an agreement we’ve had for many years. He’s can’t stand the thought of the the receiving line at my funeral. I would tend to agree, that has got to be tortuous.
Boog seems to be taking it the hardest of the kids. He wants to know details. Nope. This is one factor I hadn’t taken into account. This morning he was writing a letter to Bailey, said he hoped that there was snow where ever he was, snow is cool.
Why don’t you just shoot me?
The good news from all of this? Turns out I’m not a completely heartless bitch. I think we were kind of worried about that.
Anyway, I have to go, people coming to watch the game. If you don’t know which one, then it doesn’t matter.
January 7th, 2010 at 9:00 pm
girl. i already have my plot picked and paid for. memorial stone set. funeral all planned out. and i’ve informed those who need to know who will be burying whom. and it ain’t me sistah.
ha!
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January 8th, 2010 at 8:14 pm
I’ve already made people promise that there will be sufficient amounts of Old (hopefully) Lady clevage at the wake (both mine and my friends), just to make everyone feel completely awkward. It shall be awesome.
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January 9th, 2010 at 12:57 am
That’s hilarious. Maybe I’ll bring a date. The 2050 version of Ashton Kutcher.
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annie Reply:
January 9th, 2010 at 8:22 pm
Throwing people off the consoling is brilliant. I’m totally bringing a date
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