Just wanna say that if anyone hears that I’ve disappeared under mysterious circumstances, go question my husband.
He’s probably disposed of me just so he can get rid of my stuff.
Ya know, the stuff in my room, in the spare room, in the basement, in the kitchen, in each of the kids rooms……
He’s not gonna donate it, nor give it away, nor sell it, nor recycle. He’s just gonna put it in big black garbage bags to be taken away to the land fill.
Of course, if he goes first, his comic books are in big trouble.
What can you do? Sometimes that’s just life ;-)