So the other day I had to go to the Dr. for an ultra sound on my stomach (no...not a baby ultra sound...you thought you were funny)....
On the way out, I gave my dentist a call to make an appointment to fix the bridge he just put in my mouth (I now have mouth bling).
Went to the movies with the boys that night so I shut off my phone.
Next day I get up and there is a message on my computer from my husband. Apparently, the Dr. wanted to see me at 9:00 a.m. on Monday. Wow....that was fast..., so fast, something must be seriously wrong....
my mind starts racing.... I will tell you all that I have a very vivid imagination....so by about thirty minutes into all of this I decide I should make a will.
You ask a will...yes....who is going to take care of Mr. Pfaff?
What about Daddy Pfaff?
What about my stash (this is not all of it)? Who will get my stuff.
You guessed it, by this time I already have my husband remarried.
She is not getting my stash.
That hussie is not touching anything in my sewing room.
She won't want my jewelry, those were tokens of love from my husband.....and yes, he loved me first....I am the mother of his children.
Not unless he marries some young thing and decides to have another family (shame on him, doesn't he know he is tooo old).
Well....so you see what worry and stress can do.
So....I didn't get to talk to my husband until later that day and he asked.
Did you switch Dr. appointments? I said, I didnt' have a Dr. Appointment....and he said you had one at 4:00 p.m on MOnday and they want to switch it to 9:00 a.m.
A light bulb moment.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that is not Dr. that was a Dentist appointment.
So now....who is going to get the man's tools? His truck? Do you think he will let my next husband have them or do you think he should make a will....???