My husband:
Leaving Saturday to go on a week long trip, half of which is hiking by himself in the wilderness on a trail for which the description notes: do not hike by yourself as this area is frequented by mountain lions.
Me:
Jumping out of a perfectly good airplane with a parachute.
On a side note, he's been nice to me ever since I said to him if he wasn't, I'd hide kitty treats and/or catnip in his backpack. He says that he's bringing along a big ball of yarn to throw if they come after him.
And we had a conversation tonight about what we'd want if each one of us died. Semi-serious. Good to know info. He's kind of upset because he wouldn't get insurance money if I went splat on a skydive. Oh well...sucks to be him.
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He's more insane. Oh my God...definitely him.
I live in a place known to be populated by mountain lions and bobcats so I say you. If I can survive it anyone can.
I say you. Don't do it. It's insanity.
Yay! I'm insane!
Hmmm...I think it's a tie! I mean technically, he would look just the same chewed up as you would look splattered on the ground!
Well, he'd fit in a smaller box.
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