I am not sure what I am going to write about today. I just feel this sence of obligation to write. I don't know why but I do.

My daughter asked me what I would do if I found out that I had 6 weeks to live. She asked me if I would go and bungy jump with her.....hell no.

I thought about it for a minute and turned to her and told her I would smoke, that's right, I would light up a cigarette right then and there. She asked me what else I would do. I thought about it and decided that I would also smoke pot.

When I told my husband this (remember he is a Pastoral Counselor) he got really really quiet and I had not even sprang the news about the pot on him at this point. I asked him what was he thinking about and he said he just wished that I would not smoke. I told him that if I only had 6 weeks what would it matter, it is not like it would shorten my time down to 3 weeks or something like that, then I told him about the pot. He wants to know where I would get it. I don't know....I suppose if you look for something long enough you can find it. I never had a problem finding it when I was a teenager, of coarse all my friends smoked pot and someone could find someone who was selling it. Now of coarse since I am going to be the big 43 a week from today, I would have not the slightest bit of an idea where to find it. Hmmmm I am thinking Amsterdam. LOL.

I don't think this would go over big with my husband.......maybe the time to bring this up was not when we were coming home fro a bible study group.

Oh and a quick granddaughter entertainment......My 4 year old granddaughter is now going to Head Start everyday. When my son got her off the bus yesterday and asked her how her day was, she just turned to him and said "Daddy, I don't want to talk about it, it has been a long day. Isn't she precious!!

Have a great weekend all.