My Living Will

After I get out of spin class with Judy, walking down the four flights of stairs to get to the car is almost a near-death experience. My legs feel like Jell-O, as I wobble down each step clinging to the banister for life. After doing this for a while now, I've decided I should start some sort of living will. This way, if I crack my head open after spin class one day, everyone knows who should get what and my things can go to a loving home.




First, my hamster Gus Gus will go to Beba. I'd let Charles have him, but I'm pretty sure the cage top would "accidentally" get left open, and Sadie would have a nutritious snack.


My DVDs of Flight of the Conchords, seasons 1 &2 can also go to Beba: you'll appreciate the humor, the accents, and the music.


Heck: Beba, you get everything. You also get the power to determine who gets the junk of mine you don't want. Cheers.


Until Tomorrow,

J