Blair was going through the mail last night and I noticed him reading some official looking form.
"What is that?" I asked.
He grinned and waved the paper in my general direction. "Spousal insurance. Seeing what I need to do to make sure I get tons of money if something happens to you."
"I wish you nothing but the best," I said, returning to my book.
"Actually," said Blair. "I'd pretty much be coming out way ahead money-wise if you just died. We don't really need the insurance."
"Dude!" I said. "There are limits to what you're allowed to say to me."
We were both actually laughing pretty hard. "I told you I was sorry for that little shopping spree last week," I said.
I don't know, you guys tell me. Should I be worried?? ;)
Maybe I'm safe after all. This morning as we were getting our coffee Blair said, "About that last blog post..."
"Where I outed you and your evil ways?" I asked. "Yes, what about it?"
"You forgot one thing." He came over and gave me a big hug. "I may have a little more money, but I would be emotionally bankrupt without you."
All together now: "Awwwww......"