|Tried to plant some coleus in the front yard for a little more curb appeal.|
Because we're in our 40's and not in our 20's, we talked about what we would do if, (goddess forbid) we didn't make it as a couple. Since The Guy has put more money into it than me, he would probably buy me out. This is the conversation that followed our meeting with the mortgage man:
Me: So, do you mind waiting a few years to dump me, so we can build up enough equity for me to put down on another house?
The Guy: Well, the reality is, even if we don't break-up, we won't be together forever, because one of us will die first. Do you mind waiting to die after I do, so I don't have to miss you?
Me: We could always die together. In a fiery car crash...
The Guy: That would be great, Let's hope for that...But what about the cats?
|Don't worry. Archie's only sleeping here.|
Me: Let's leave everything to my girls with the condition that they have to take care of the cats until they die.
The Guy: Of course, that will probably mean that Archie will mysteriously get run over by a Stinky teenage girl in one of our cars.
Me: Yeah. Poor Archie doesn't stand a chance after we die in our fiery car crash...