Monday, January 3, 2011
Some Laugh. Some Cry.
Don and I did some running this morning, stopped by Hardee's for some of their Mexican menu for lunch, then came home. As we were pulling into the driveway, we both noticed that the mailman had come. I pulled up and let down the ramp for Don to get out. He said, "Hey, you want me to get the mail?" On a side note - Don can't walk, and there's no way he can get up the front steps and lift himself to the mailbox to get the mail. Without missing a beat I said, "Sure. Just don't get the elbows of that white jacket dirty!" We both got a good laugh out of it. Morbid? Maybe. Coping? Definitely!