A couple of days ago I woke up feeling utterly crappy.

I didn’t have a fever (yet) but I felt that undeniable sensation of arghh-what-the-heck-is-my-body-up-to-now.

As the day progressed a fever developed, and my right cheek was beginning to swell. Not noticeably, but enough that the skin stretched tight and shiny across my cheekbone.

Luckily I feel much better now, and the swelling is down. However, that isn’t the point of this entry.

At the height of my illness I glanced over at J. I then realized that while we have been married for 9 months now, we have yet to write our wills.

“Hey,” I succinctly stated, “If I’m ever in a horrible accident where my body is only being kept alive by machines, I want you to pull the plug.”

“What?”

“I’m being serious. I don’t want to be a vegetable dependent on modern technology. I want you to pull the plug.”

Smirking, he replied, “I’ll decide that when the time comes.”

I then asked, “What about you? What would you want me to do if you were in that situation?”

“I’d want you to invent a machine that would keep me frozen until the right technology comes along to revive me.”

“Aish! I’m being serious! What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to invent that machine.”

Obviously J was not being cooperative. But I kept pushing.

“And if I die before you, I’d want you to get remarried.”

“No,” he replied, with a smile on his face.

“C’mon! I am being 100% serious here…I want to you get remarried, okay?”

He laughed once again and turned away.

“…Would you want me to get remarried?”

“No, I would haunt you so that you would never get to meet anyone else.”

Obviously my husband is not ready to have such conversations. However, this is something that should be discussed between a married couple, no?

So I write this in my blog, knowing that this will hold as proof of this conversation and my wishes.

Have you have these morbid conversations with your significant other?

Last year, I found out about the White Castle Valentine’s Day Dinners.

Participating White Castles take reservations for this event. You are greeted at the door by a host/hostess dressed to the nines, who will escort you to your tablecloth-covered, candlelit table.

(Pictures from Off The Broiler)

It was perfect for us! We immediately made reservations and eagerly awaited our date.

However, mother nature had other plans for us – a horrible snowstorm kept us from scarfing down those delectable mini burgers and the inevitable stomachache that follows soonafter.

With our first Valentine’s Day as a married couple less than a month away, we had been looking forward to making reservations at our local White Castle once again.

Then we realized that this year’s Valentine’s Day will fall during our week-long visit to Los Angeles.

Where there is no White Castle.

Needless to say I was severely disappointed. Then J made a suggestion that made me look forward to February 14th with glee.

“Why don’t we go to In-and-Out?”

J and I LOVE In-and-Out! We are forever lifting our fists at the powers-that-be for not opening a restaurant here on the east coast. As a result we always gorge on the stuff whenever we venture out west.

So it’s settled. We will be happily celebrating this year’s Valentine’s Day at In-and-Out.

Now if only they served beer at In-and-Out…