Final Words

Blaine had a lesson in EQ on Sunday and it started out with the teacher asking them to write in 25 words what could be their final letter to their family. Then he sat down and gave them ten minutes to write. I've been mulling this over and contemplating the probability of me kicking the bucket during childbirth. This morning after my morning "run" (that's really funny if you know that by "run" I mean "run to the restroom"), I was waxing philosophical and trying to do this same exercise. You know, just in case.

Here's what I came up with

"New temple dress for burial. Hate zipper, Ralphie choose.
Remarry someone loves kids same as me, fat chance.
Closed casket. Big zit.
Love y'all tons."

What can be taken from this?

Y'all is a very useful word if you are limited in your writing. My priorities are all selfish. I really really don't like my temple dress (it takes like a hundred volunteers in the dressing room to help me zip up that baby...and no it's not because I am fat, it's like that when I am oober skinny to --you know like when I first got married and stuff).

So of course I was feeling particularly selfish after I wrote this. And kind of like a caveman in my manner of speaking. So I had to wake up Blaine to tell him in person my requests so I could free up some of my 25 words to dote more on my children and husband in the event of my death.

Blaine's was really sweet though, and more well thought out. But he likes his temple shirt and has no big nose zit, and doesn't have to worry about me getting remarried, so cut me some slack : )

I also let him know to end my blog with a simple post. One that just read

"The heartburn. The heartburn."

Ten points if you can name the book that alludes to. Another ten if can write a really good essay about it for your AP English test even though you didn't understand the book. At all. Or even the cliffnotes. At all.

The heartburn. The heartburn.