The Last Thing I Say

I don't know about everyone else, but I want the last thing I ever say to my husband to be "I love you," directly after specific instructions on how to run my blog because I will insist that he continue it long after I'm gone. Assuming I go first of course.

If he goes first, my last words will still be "I love you," right after asking him how to program the television.

Hey, we all have our talents, and mine have nothing to do with anything technological (aside from the computer of course). I can type my way around the internet faster than I can figure out which remote control goes to the television and which makes the cable box work.

The main point being though, that I love my husband, and even though we joke around a lot, and sometimes argue, and sometimes I'm a snot to him, and he's a snot to me, I love him still.

Last week someone my husband knew died, in a very horrific way, and the pain I feel for the wife he left behind is devastating. Read more about it over at Venus vs Mars.