Mom Canuck always said if you can’t say something nice, don’t say it at all.
Which is why I’m not saying much this week.
I had to postpone Haddie’s annual Halloween bash because this plague is still leveling me and I haven’t slept in days.
Does bronchitis feel like death? If so, I think I’m suffering from both.
Speaking of death, we were sad to hear of the passing of our friend (and bishop) Darrin’s grandfather. Of course, he was likely in his late 80s and such a passing is to be celebrated. Since Jamie and I have been so near death the past few weeks, we discussed our ideal age to meet the grave.
Me: “I want to live until I’m 89. Only if I’m healthy, of course.”
Jamie: “No way. 85 tops.”
Me: “Yeah, you’re right. You’re going to be a grumpy old man.”
Jamie (glaring at me): “I wonder why.”
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On another note: what do you do when you’re bored out of your mind and can’t sleep all night?
The Monster Mash, of course.
Note: Family Member #5 is the kitty that will be joining our family next week. That’s blog fodder just waiting to happen.
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