A Tender Afternoon Moment...

Mike and I were snuggled in bed shortly after lunch. Mike was trying to get some more sleep before having to work tonight and I wanted to take a quick break from house cleaning/organizing. Mike was stretched out on his back and I was curled up next to him with my head resting on his chest. I was listening to his heart and its rhythmic thump-thump thump-thump. A variety of thoughts began to swirl through my head - some tender, some slightly morbid. I thought about how a heartbeat is such a universal sound...every living creature on this planet has a heart and that this one little organ is the life force behind all these different animals. I thought about how someday Mike's heart will no longer be beating and how much I dread that day. Then, my mind made a sudden about face and the ensuing conversation went something like this:

J -"When I die, I want to go by a gun shot wound to the stomach"

Mike - "What? Why a gun shot wound? And why to the stomach?"

J - "Well, the way I see it, a bullet to the stomach presents me with the opportunity to deliver an Oscar-worthy performance in my last few moments of life. First, I'd clutch my stomach all dramatically and then I'd drop to my knees and raise my blood soaked hand to the sky while screaming, "Why? Oh God, why?" Then, I'd fall to the ground and with my last ounce of energy, I'd stretch out my hand and point at a seemingly unimportant object when in reality it would be a clue to finding my killer. Like, if my killer's last name was Bush, I could point to a shrub. Or, if I pointed to the Chevrolet across the street, it would mean Chevy Chase was the one who gunned me down."

Mike - "How would the cops know that you were pointing to a clue and that your hand didn't just randomly fall in that position?'

J - "It worked on the Simpsons! Quit ruining my moment!"

And thus, a tender afternoon moment was shot to hell....:)

And so it tenderly goes...