WHEN I DIE

When I die, I want to die like my grandmother who died peacefully in her sleep. Not screaming like all the passengers with her in her car. LOL

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Anonymous said…
I can't tell if I should be laughing or crying!
I think I'm laughing though.
8/13/2005 03:39:00 PM
Anonymous said…
Me, too. Seriously, Marti. That was laugh out loud funny, but, are you okay?? Hugs from me either way!
8/13/2005 04:20:00 PM
Marti said…
LOL

It's just a joke. It made me laugh, so I thought I'd share.

Things are not great here at them moment, but I always bounce back, thanks for the lovely wishes.

See ya around!
8/13/2005 10:27:00 PM
Anonymous said…
LOL! I loved that, Marti - MY kind of humor.

I'm fond of saying that I always seem to land on my feet but I'm not really 'cat-like'.

Hang in there, sweetie - you where to find me if ya need me.

Kel
8/13/2005 11:25:00 PM
Anonymous said…
....that was supposed to be 'you KNOW where to find me....' - geeeezzzze, long day here.

Kel
8/13/2005 11:26:00 PM
Anonymous said…
A great laugh, thanks!
8/14/2005 07:38:00 AM
Marti said…
Hi Kel! LOL! Don't worry, I know what you meant!

Thanks Theresa!

Great to see y'all, take care!
8/14/2005 11:22:00 AM
Anonymous said…
i have that bumper sticker on my car right now, except mine says "grandfather" instead. Love it.

-kristie
8/14/2005 08:58:00 PM
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