Today is a red-letter day. My wife and I went shopping, came home with a few things and one brown paper bag for some meds. The reason for marking this day: she didn't keep the brown paper bag. She has saved enough of various types and sizes to open her own grocery supermarket. When I asked if she wanted to keep it, she said no! What??? I grabbed my chest, closed my eyes and said "honey, this is it, this is the big one" (in honor of Redd Fox if you recall). My breathing has finally slowed down, my pulse is back to normal, I think I'll rest for a while...in case she changes her mind.
I know some of you will think this is a big joke...it's not. Not much of a stretch either.
