1. I want to live in a trillo in Italy and raise goats and chickens, even though I don't like animals, canning fruit, or windowless rooms. Nor do I want to learn a foreign language. Even Italian.
2. I want to buy a lifelike baby doll with real hair and rock it in my arms and talk baby-talk to it. (Possibly to replace the Betsy-Wetsy, 1950)
3. I want a Betsy-Wetsy, 1950.
4. I want an unreliable cute Italian car.
5. I think I should return to the Netherlands to die in Opoe's barn.
6. Medical marijuana. What about it?
7. I am worried that I will die alone and none of my children will notice for several months. Maybe years.
8. I am worried that I'm worried about #7. Isn't this some kind of new paranoia?
9. I am worried that Tom will die, and I won't notice.
10. What?
And now I'm really glad you're coming to dinner.
ReplyDeleteTom predicted your joint death in a timeline he wrote in my college journal ( I think we were all drunk) - anyway, he predicted the two of you would die making love in your old age and I've been assigned to speak at the funeral so you will not leave this world without a fanfare. I've got it covered.
ReplyDeleteHahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. And also I can help you with the Betsy Wetsy thing, although I'm not sure that's such a good idea . . .
ReplyDeleteJacqueline has just identified the perfect passing. AND. #7 is so me, you'd think we were sisters or soul mates or something.
ReplyDeleteYou're a creeper. Just sayin'.
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