That’s Not Something You Hear Every Day #28

Ken and I held hands as we walked across the Fred Meyer parking lot. We planned to celebrate the happy news that, indeed, my cancer had not spread to my lungs by—you guessed it—getting some Häagen-Dazs ice cream. What can I say? I’m easily entertained. And fat, but that’s another whole story.

“So, you’re stuck with me for a few more years,” I said, squeezing Ken’s hand as we approached the door.

“Shoot.” His grin belied his snarky reply.

We go well together—we both have a sick sense of humor—and have for a long time.

“I’m sure you could smell the life insurance money already,” I answered.

“Dang it, I wanted to buy a boat…”

We may not be buying a boat any time soon, but we will  continue to make corny death jokes and celebrate these milestones of life with a little high-quality ice cream.

 

 

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