Last night I went to dinner with all the girls from our Colorado trip.
We had sushi and chatted about how much fun it was to shop, eat, and soak in the hot springs.
During dinner we touched on a variety of topics (as women are wont to do), including old age, which led to me talking about the funeral I had attended days before. To lighten the mood we moved to a more comical discussion about how we wanted to be "disposed of" when we died. I said I didn't want to be buried in the ground, didn't want relatives to feel they had to visit my grave, and that I wanted to be cremated and scattered in the ocean near where I grew up. And then I said, "Oh, and take all my organs; I won't need them anyway, so take whatever you want!"
My friend Katie (3rd from right) - who is 5'2" - said...
"Can I have your legs?"
7 hours ago