I’ve been doing so very little in recent months that my husband makes arrangements to have me cremated at least once a week. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he’ll notice a slight movement in my toe or something, and he whispers into the phone to the funeral director, “Icksnay on the urningbay. She’s still alive.”
But, guess what? They are coming to take my picture today for a feature story in The Courier-Journal about local bloggers. And, I do have a blog. So there!
For those of you who said I’d never amount to anything…well, you were right. But, I’m still getting my picture in the paper, and you aren’t. Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah.