I am supposed to die.....Friday, March 15, 2075
That means I'll live to be 94 years old, good grief! I'll get to enjoy lots and lots and LOTS of yorkies!
....but my husband is only going to live until 2055. That's so sad! I guess that means I better get even MORE yorkies!
Since I was a kid, I always thought my life would come to an end via collision with a mack truck. Childhood nightmares, I tell you! |