Tuesday, Feb. 18, 2003
Dear Diary:

I think we can all agree that if you want to thwart The Grim Reaper, bubble wrap should be your first line of defence.

A guy we know hopped in his car last week to go pick up his son, got in a car accident, and now he's never coming home again.

Just like that. Gone. Poof. Everyone who knew him is shocked and saddened.

Ever since I heard the news, me, the woman who goes all thhhhhhbbbbbttttttttt over the notion of Valentine's Day, is suddenly all mushy and concerned about the spousal unit.

Whenever death comes close, I feel as if the odds of something terrible happening to those I love rises enormously. It's as if I believe accidental death is contagious.

Even I realize how stupid I'm being, but I can't help myself. The spousal unit is touched by the concern, but finds it all kind of silly and misplaced, which I suppose it is.

That said, right now I would quite happily send him out the door every morning totally encased in bubble wrap if he'd let me.

Which he won't.

Men can be so very insensitive sometimes, eh?

--Marn

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