"Well, you got any big plans for the end of the world tomorrow?" SM asked me this morning.
"As if..." I rolled my eyes. "What a crock! Poor Mayan dude just ran out of room on his stone. Maybe he just got tired! Arthritis could've kicked in. Hey, sometimes even I've got writers block." I said shaking my head,
"I can't believe this is the same lady who was writing the dates on tin cans of food back on Y2K?" SM says eyebrows up to his hairline.
"Believe it!" I said firmly. "The only exciting thing happening around here is same ol, same ol. Sorry baby...you ain't getting out of this marriage that easily." I said grinning.
But just in case I'm wrong...
...it was nice knowing ya!
(Look at the bright side. If the world really DOES end tomorrow, at least we won't have to try to come up with something to say for this weekends posts @:)