Recently there was a story all over the media about the
tennis judge who allegedly bludgeoned her 80 something year-old husband to
death with a coffee mug. Seems he was suffering from dementia I believe, (Can’t
recall???) and she is considerably younger and was tired of waiting on him, so
he got his.
TLW was reading the story in the newspaper one morning as I
went by.
“You wouldn’t do that to me would you?”
“Oh no, I’m not strong enough to kill you like that.”
“Well that’s good!”
“Nope, I’d have to use a hammer.”
Lately I’ve been sleeping with one eye open, and have to
remind myself to keep the right eye open since that is the side she sleeps
on. My real problem is I roll over
to my left and I could be dead! When someone reports me missing and the cops
come and find me, she will simply take out all the nice notes and cards she
gets from members of the Wanna-Be-Bank and Truss Company who she’s helped and
she’ll say: “It wasn’t me, see” showing her testimonials.
I’m afraid, very afraid!
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