This morning, husband walked up with a spiral notebook and announced that, “If I die, everything you need to know about the new house is here. I’ve written down all the workmen, their numbers, etc.”
I am used to these sorts of pronouncements.
“Any love notes in there?” I asked him.
He looked at me in exasperation.
“THE WHOLE THING IS A LOVE NOTE!”
Pretty much sums it up, doesn’t it?