back up
it's important to have a back up.
i don't know why, but it is.
wait.
why is it important to have a back up?
seriously.
oh. that's right. because you don't want to die alone.
ok. i'll buy that. i don't want to die alone.
all alone.
except for my cats.
and shot glass collection.
but i don't plan on dying for quite some time, people. and i don't have problems with living alone.
all alone.
except for my cats and shot glasses.
and maybe a ferret or something.
which is why my back up plan doesn't come into effect until i'm 80.
living out the rest of our senility together.
please note: the past couple of blogs may or may not be me revelling in the fact that i found a way to scan pictures in at work.
please also note: this particular blog may or may not be the result of lincoln sending me a forward that made me laugh so hard i cried just a little bit.
also note: i mean, really, the guy cracks me up.
and note: in 60 years i'm pretty sure we'd be, like, "grumpy old men" except that i'm not a man.
and: i'd probably be the walter matthau character. lincoln would be jack lemmon.
and: man, that would be awesome!
and: why did he move to monatana again? (lincoln. not walter matthau. who cares where he lives.) he may or may not be a loser.
i don't know why, but it is.
wait.
why is it important to have a back up?
seriously.
oh. that's right. because you don't want to die alone.
ok. i'll buy that. i don't want to die alone.
all alone.
except for my cats.
and shot glass collection.
but i don't plan on dying for quite some time, people. and i don't have problems with living alone.
all alone.
except for my cats and shot glasses.
and maybe a ferret or something.
which is why my back up plan doesn't come into effect until i'm 80.
so picture this...
...but add 60 years.
and pretend we're in a nursing home instead of an olive garden. (mmm... black tie mousse cake)
...but add 60 years.
living out the rest of our senility together.
please note: the past couple of blogs may or may not be me revelling in the fact that i found a way to scan pictures in at work.
please also note: this particular blog may or may not be the result of lincoln sending me a forward that made me laugh so hard i cried just a little bit.
also note: i mean, really, the guy cracks me up.
and note: in 60 years i'm pretty sure we'd be, like, "grumpy old men" except that i'm not a man.
and: i'd probably be the walter matthau character. lincoln would be jack lemmon.
and: man, that would be awesome!
and: why did he move to monatana again? (lincoln. not walter matthau. who cares where he lives.) he may or may not be a loser.
Comments
Oh well. I guess I won't tell Lincoln. It would probably break his poor heart.
and erika, that's the saddest thing i've heard all day.
Kat, is he tall enough for you? Just wondering. Also, you look hot in that picture.
i think anyone can find someone who feels that way about them. it's about not settling, and being bold enough to go for what you want.