Hubby: If you die, I’d have to get married again right away so someone could take care of Adam while I farm. I think I’d just place an ad on Craigslist that says, “Wanted: Wife/Babysitter.”
Me: You could get a mail order bride.
Me: Duh, that’s what the farmers did on the prairie when their wives died. Haven’t you read Sarah, Plain and Tall? She was a mail order bride!!
(Photo from here, which is actually the artist’s blog!)
Hubby: I’d rather have “Sarah, Wild and Exotic.”
Good thing we have life insurance on BOTH of us. That way he could just HIRE someone to watch Adam until he finds Sarah, Wild and Exotic.
(And now he’s analyzing the shrink ray on the Pretzel M&M commercial. He says he understands how it could make the pretzel smaller, but would the smaller pretzel have the same amount of calories after it had been shrink rayed? I love when he comes in for “lunch.”)