Wednesday, August 30, 2017

Pre-Mortem Blogging

Light reading
I'm currently dying from a stomach virus, but that reminded me that a friend mentioned this book to me while we were out walking and trying to stay healthy enough to live forever. She said it has a whole section to write down passwords and instructions for all your social media accounts, etc. Which got me to thinking, hey, I should have a blog post ready to go in case I drop dead - you know, Larry could post it so y'all wouldn't wonder what happened.

It seemed like a good idea, but now that I've typed it out like that, wow - that's weird.

But it got me wondering what exactly I would put in that post. We're assuming a sudden demise here, and I would already be gone, so I couldn't explain what happened. I guess I could leave a sort of fill-in-the-blank thing for Larry to finish, though - I mean, that's just what he'd like to spend his time on, as a newly bereaved widower, I'm sure. So maybe this isn't a great idea after all.

I can't tell, because have I mentioned I am dying of this stomach virus? I had the temerity to sip a whole ounce of flat Sprite this morning (I woke up feeling pretty normal, after spending most of the day either sleeping or complaining), and now I am hunched over at this computer, trying to ignore all the sharp pains zinging through my intestines. Like, they go all the way through to my back. See? Definitely dying. On top of that, I have vicious hunger pangs. Yeah, go figure.

I miss food.

Looks like a penguin, sorta
Add to that the fact that my being out of commission for over 24 hours means the house falls apart, and I'm pretty miserable. I just staggered over to the living room windows and cleaned them, because I've been lying on the couch staring through their dirty selves for the past day and I just couldn't take it anymore. And I discovered (because, hey, I can lie on the couch and still surf the Internet on my IPad) this stationary vacuum that automatically sucks up anything you sweep near it on the floor. I am positively enamored of this idea. It's too expensive, however, so please remind me I do not need this particular luxury item.

But, hey, isn't it cute?


  1. My hairdresser has one of those vacuums. They sweep up so much hair that it makes sense for them, not sure the cat hair in my house is THAT bad. But it is cute.

    Hope you feel better soon. I'm fighting the summer cold right now, which is mostly making me cranky because I'm too congested to sleep. But I'll take that over stomach issues ANY day.

  2. She probably has the Pro model, more heavy duty. Still want.

  3. It's a $99 dustpan. Sorry to hear you're so poorly- hope it passes soon! (I know you have kids, but are they breeding plagues as a hobby? You get these stomach bugs more often than anyone else I know, with kids or not.)

  4. If you are going to spend that much for a dustpan you might as well spend a little more and get a roomba to do the whole house (yes, I still love it!).

    I've wondered (aloud on the blog) how to deal with my untimely demise...I still haven't figured it out.

    Feel better soon!

  5. We've got Last Pass. Good enough. I want one of those vacuums now too so thanks for that.

  6. If I got that book to put all the important info following the passing of me, the family would never be able to find it. Without me, they can't find anything.

    I hope you feel better!

  7. I have the perfect spot for that where all the dog hair collects.

    If I'm sick everyone forgets I exist. One time they made dinner for themselves and didn't even offer me any.

  8. Working into the early morning, and delirious, Mary and Rhoda take some artistic liberties updating WJM's obituaries, and, when one of them is read on the air, there are serious consequences for Mary.