I had my fifty-first birthday earlier this month. As Joe and I were driving home form school the day before my big day, I began waxing philosophical about the first half of my life, saying how much fun I've had and that I'm looking forward to the next half, hoping that it will have as many adventures as the previous fifty years.
Joe thought about that for a moment before replying, "So, you want to die on your 100th birthday?"
Then the lightbulb went off in his head and he said, "That's actually a really good plan!"
Yep, that's my plan. Nice and neat.
Hope you all have a good weekend!