Thank God for life insurance. I was thinking that to myself just the other day. I was on a tirade, berating my husband again for not helping with the household renovations. Nothing I say ever seems to phase him, so I just decided to say something totally off the wall ... shocking. “I’m so glad your life insurance is paid up.” It took him a few minutes to realize what I’d said and then a few seconds to move out of the stairwell. It’s my new catch-phrase. I was baking some bread the other day and he came into the kitchen. He griped about the lunch dishes being in the sink. It was 4’clock in the afternoon. I calmly picked up my marble rolling pin and said, “I’m so glad your life insurance is paid up.” He winced and backed out of the room. He’s learning.
There’s an upside to my little rant, a saving grace if you will. Every time I see a can at a gas-station or grocery store soliciting donations for someone who died and didn’t have insurance, I think to myself, “I’m so glad your life insurance is paid up.”
