One lazy morning the wife and I were quiet and thoughtful, sitting around having that first cup of coffee out in the yard.
I said out of nowhere, “When I die, I want you to sell all my stuff, immediately.”
“Now why would you want me to do something like that?” she asked.
“I figure a woman as good looking as you would eventually remarry and I don’t want some other asshole using my stuff,” I told her.
She looked at me intently and said, “What makes you think I’d marry another asshole?”
bob
17 Jun 2011:-)))))))))))))))
Steve
17 Jun 2011Priceless.
We had the same kind of conversation last night however after watching some crime show, it was a trap.
“I wouldnt sell your stuff if it was too painful to have around but I would store it or get rid of it”
“So you would try to erase me from your life?”
“Thats not…. no, I wouldnt be erasing you.. I just meant, I wouldnt want money for it.”
“So my memories arent worth anything to you? They have no -value- to you?”
“Im going to bed..”
Like I said… it was a trap. Im good for falling squarely into those.
Ken G
17 Jun 2011I used to do what you did, now I just agree with her and throw in a snide comment.
That’s right, erase all that value less junk you left laying around. That’s what you get for being a hoarder.
She laughs about it, eventually. 🙂