I just got home from a funeral for one of my in-laws' closest friends. They all met when they were in their 40s and were all up in each other's lives and families, jobs, sorrows, celebrations, ski disasters and irrational car purchases for the next 50 years or so. I kept thinking the whole time of you (yep, you) and how lucky I am to have you here with me as we all try to get from point A to point B here on planet earth. Thanks for everything. I will cry at your funeral when you die at 90 if you'll cry at mine.
Actually, no funeral for this girl. Please have a party, wear nice dresses and tiaras, and drink all Luke's wine. The good stuff is on the left, hidden behind the panini maker and the blender and the chutney from 1997. And have a cat fight over the paste jewelry.
That is all. Thank you and good night.
Thanks for the tip on the wine stash! I'd prefer to have the funeral/death party before I'm dead. What - not be at my own party?! So unlike me!
ReplyDeleteDeal. I will also arrive with a giant bunch of balloons. But before that...
ReplyDeleteI'll help plan Lief's wedding from the non-bride-side...host a mail-order shower...and stay right by your side for three or four days around the event. I'll make sure to drink all of Luke's wine then too and I will even make sure he restocks before the funeral fun!