Last weekend, Dorkfish and I decided to take the boys to the beach for the day.
Okay, actually, he decided we were all going to the beach and forced me to put away my laptop and GET IN THE DAMN CAR ALREADY.
So off we went.
There was fighting, screaming, gnashing of teeth, threats of pulling the car over and empty promises made for being quiet for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES!
It was a good time.
The beach was amazing this trip. It was the first time I've ever been when it wasn't I-can-feel-the-sun-eating-my-flesh-and-giving-me-cancer hot. In short, there was a fall crispness in the air that I hadn't experienced before.
Sitting on the blanket, watching the boys play in the surf, I got all nostalgic, "You know, I'd want you to remarry if I died."
Dorkfish: "And I'd want you to do the same."
Me: "But seriously, I'd expect you to mourn for a while. Maybe a month or two, but not forever."
Dorkfish: "I know you wouldn't want me to be lonely."
Me: "You'd have one cut out of the herd in a week's time. Wouldn't you?"
Dorkfish: "Probably. Not to mention I'd be exhausted from all the 'sympathy'."
Him leaving for a month for work might be good for his health after all...
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Huh. And I thought people only brought you casseroles when someone died. Good to know.
So taking him new broads from which to pick to your funeral is not OK?
You should probably send headshots ahead of time for approval... ;)
LOL
that is so...um....sweet?
We're all about the romance.
He's not really a casserole kinda guy, either.
Amo
This is so funny. I want a couple years of mourning, personally, from my husband.
Ahh! How romantic, talking about death at the beach! I really feel like humping my husband right now!
I iz romantic, yo.
That whole touching story reminded me of a joke:
A wife asks her husband, "Honey, if I died, would you re-marry?"
After a considerable period of grieving, I guess I would. We all need companionship."
"If I died and you re-married," the wife asks, "would she live in this house?"
"We've spent a lot of money getting this house just the way we want
it. I'm not going to get rid of my house. I guess she would."
"If I died and you re-married, and she lived in this house," the wife asks, "would she sleep in our bed?"
"Well, the bed is brand new, and it cost us $2,000. It's going to
last a long time, so I guess she would."
"If I died and you re-married, and she lived in this house and slept in our bed, would she use my golf clubs?"
"Oh, no," the husband replies. "She's left-handed."
At least you can be honest. I mean, isn't that the whole point?
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Heh. That joke about the golf clubs is pretty good. ;)
Ah, romance. But yeah. Honesty = good. Generally. ;p
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