How to keep your dignity and your what-nots.

There is one thing for sure I can say about my husband. He is forever committed to me. At least, until I become incapacitated.

Last night we were grazing on Peanut Butter Patties and Lemonades and the conversation turned to family health history. This led us down the path of possibilities of me having a stroke when we are old and no longer useful to society.

He said,"Oh, greaaat."

Now, let me interject here for you new readers and say that my husband's sarcasm surpasses my own and that most of what he says is utter nonsense.

Except for when he says he will do the dishes.

Anyway, I told him that maybe he would be lucky and that I would just go quickly. Then he wouldn't have to take care of me or put me in a home.

He then advised me,"When I do put you in a home, I am not moving a whole bunch of stuff."

(This is how we show our love for each other. We are sick and twisted. I know. People who know us well who have observed these conversations are usually laughing at this point.)

"Well," I said, "I am not giving you Power of Attorney because then you will still have to come visit me in the home when you need me to sign something."

"Sheeeesh," he uttered.

So, I hope you all will learn from this. If you think you will end up in a home when you are old and your husband and kids won't come see you, keep your mind intact and your faculties in order.

And most of all, don't give up hope or your Power of Attorney.