The Saga Begins as the Journey Ends

My husband (a rather brilliant and handsome fellow) always says that getting old is not for wimps. Well, I am learning that neither is dying young. I am off in a few minutes to spend time with my friend, Staci, as she slowly fades into that good night. I have been asked by her not to make her laugh too hard since laughter hurts (no, it is not the best medicine after all). As all of my anecdotes are frickin hilarious, I am going to instead start reading to her instead of just chatting her up. Today we begin Italian Boss, Housekeeper Bride . That's right. I am reading her a Harlequin Romance. She has never read one. I believe there is a list of things one should experience before one dies and reading a super cheesy romance is on there somewhere. Sure, it is probably buried way below get a colonoscopy but it is there.