For those of you who really *know* me...

... or, "My Boyfriend is Funny."

Todd and I took a drive to Cissna Park, Illinois to retrieve his belongings in storage. On the way back, we were talking about all kinds of cheerful things. For example, I was telling Todd that if I should die young (God forbid!) that I wish to be cremated and sprinkled -- liberally -- in Portugal or Curaçao or somewhere fabulous. He says, "I'm pretty sure I'll die before you will."

I say, "Well, I'm just saying, if I die in a freak bow-hunting accident..." [I'm already laughing]

Todd says, "A freak napping accident is far more likely."

I laughed so hard I almost peed my pants.