Now they think it's an enlarged heart. That means I'll keel over more slowly, which means I can hit the "send" button before I drop.
Then even better, you'll get the last word which will make everyone happy because I'll have no clue what you said. It's a WIN- WIN!!
Meanwhile, I'll just be sitting on a puffy white cloud with a beer in one hand and a bacon and cheese sammich in the other thinking, "What ARE they fretting about?"
Either that or I'll be looking up Octo's skirt. Angels are allowed to do that. They do it all the time. Or at least they will once I'm gone.
Pray for me.
Hey which one of you stopped praying for me - it was a rough week. LOL