'till I depart ... for the FUN trip (one last set of details to nail down, then I'll give an itinerary!)
'till I depart for Memphis and the Farm Equipment Show (be still my heart) < /sarcasm > (well just a little bit. Actually I pink-puffy-heart seeing my friends there each year.
40 days till next story is due too.
I got this from a friend of mine in California. We've known each other since 1983. Our sense of humor is very similar. Once we laughed all the way through a Christmas Eve Service together ... (she was drunk, and as a Catholic thought she needed to stand up more frequently than we lazy Methodist do) ... I had no excuse for the giggles. I don't think the presentation of baby Jesus has ever been met with such muffled joy.
Anyway - about 3 years ago her husband died. So when I got this e-mail, it made sense it was a topic she'd want to discuss.
Last night my sister and I were sitting in the den and I said to her, 'I never want to live in a vegetative state, dependent on some machine and fluids from a bottle to keep me alive. That would be no quality of life at all, If that ever happens, just pull the plug.'
So she got up, unplugged the computer, and threw out my wine. She's such a bitch.
lol ... or maybe this is a little to close to home for some of us?