And when I'm gone.
Well ... I'll be dead.
I'll be gone.
I can't imagine not being here but ... it's gonna happen.
Hell it took Sarah and I all this time to finally get together and it scares me it'll end too soon ... which it will ... and that's the greatest bummer of all time!
If Scotty beams me up first my heart will break leaving her behind.
If Sarah's beamed up first ... I'll just die.
Last night we were putting a ladder together and my job's to hold it while she screws a step together.
I get distracted because Laurel's talking ... imagine that ... and one of my hands inexplicably lets a bar of the ladder go ... whacking Sarah in the head.
"Ooops," I say to God.
She is not a happy camper.
Suddenly it's my and Laurel's responsibility to put the ladder together.
We do a good job finishing in record time.
In the meantime Sarah's lost a screw.
We eventually find it because who doesn't like screwing?
Anyway ... we finished what we were doing ... which I can't talk about ... because my wife's instructed me not to ...and even Laurel's keeping her mouth shut.
I want to keep on doing this.
There's no winning in death.
I'm going to avoid it as long as I can.
It's too much damn fun being here.
