Friday, August 06, 2010

Don't bury me in the cold, cold ground

Lake Superior.

Me: What do you want to be buried in?

My mom, the big factotum: Something covering my legs. I don't want them to get cold.

Me: So sweatpants?

BF: With my long johns.

Me: You're pretty sure you're not going someplace hot.

BF: Well, at least my body isn't.

2 comments:

Heather said...

LOL! I love the way your mom thinks!

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