Last night I was watching House Hunters and the house hunter person was looking for a Hawaiian retreat. Her husband recently died and she felt that's what her husband would've wanted her to do. Usually they're pretty in depth about the background of the hunters so we know exactly WHY they need to move, but this was a bit shady, so obviously one of these two things happened:
A. Hawaii was always her idea and that's why they never went.
B. She killed him herself to go to Hawaii.
What really went down is her business and if she had to order a hit on him, whatever. But I told Jay (who was half asleep or half dead) that when HE dies I'll be more than happy to buy myself a Hawaiian retreat in his memory, and that in fact that's probably EXACTLY what I should do since it was going to make him posthumously happy. Maybe 'cuz he was already unhappy since I was talking to him instead of letting him sleep, his reply was "you're a bitch." I told him THAT was just him being selfish now because the people on House Hunters thought it was a lovely act in the dead guy's memory. I didn't think it was very gracious of him to be so selfish, and just because HE died, I should be allowed to do the things he'd always wanted to do but didn't (I guess 'cuz he died, but I'll probably need a few more years to see how that particular conundrum plays out).
Unfortunately, as selfless as I'm trying to be in the wake of his courageous battle (or however he dies off), I realize a Hawaiian retreat isn't in my cards. I don't want to fly over an ocean and I don't really care for beaches. But I still want to do right by my dead husband, so for now the only thing I can think to do to cherish his memory is to buy the herd of alpacas on craigslist. It's what Jay would've wanted.
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