Friday, December 29, 2006
Yeah, that's right. I'm goin there.
It all started with a conversation I had with Miss Ellie awhile back. See, Ellie has a plot all set out for herself right next to Mr. Miss Ellie. Only Ellie doesn't want to be buried there. You're wondering why, I bet. Me too and I asked.
Ellie: It's a bad neighborhood!
Me: So. You're gonna be dead. Worst that could happen....somebody digs you up and turns you into a lamp or something.
Ellie: But you won't be dead.
Me: I certainly hope not.
Ellie: what about when you come to visit? Who knows what might happen to you?
Me: Why would I want to visit a dead person? They don't talk or do anything interesting.
Ellie: Well, most people DO bring flowers!
Me: What for? Dead people can't smell and they sure can't see anything. Not with all that dirt on top of them.
I don't know if it was the conversation with me or what, but now Ellie has decided to be cremated. ICK!
I told Bob, I have decided I want to stay on the sofa with the tv on.
He said, "No way. What if I want to bring home a date?"
My feeling...if his date ends up in the living room, watching tv with me, he's probably not gonna make it to first base anyhow. Besides, why would he need to date when I'd be right there? If he was thinking he'd realize that it would be the first time in our whole lives that I wouldn't be able to talk. Seems like he'd be all over that like white on rice.
So what are you gonna do with yourself after you kick off?
posted by Crabby at 10:47 AM | 41 moos from the field