As husbands and wives will, from time to time, my wife and I were having the discussion about what would happen in the eventuality that one of us would predecease the other like...tomorrow night.
The usual "would you remarry?" questions were asked and answered. I asked my wife, "If there was a nuclear war tomorrow, and you were the last woman alive on the face of the Earth, would you help procreate the species? Assume there were 10 men that were a mixture of reasonably attractive, and totally repugnant."
My wife asked, "Are you alive or dead?"
"Where I was standing at the moment the war broke out is now a smoking hole," I informed her.
A few moments of consideration.
"Yes, reluctantly, if I were the last woman on the face of the Earth, and the survival of the species depended on it, I'd have to do what was necessary."
I was wandering into the kitchen to refill my drink when I heard this, muttered under her breath:
"...bet your @$$, I'd set myself up as Queen, though."
I'm off to join Sure Happy It's Thursday on a vacation. Maybe, if time and circumstances permit, there will be a post or two from wherever it is we are.
The 1989 Loma Prieta Earthquake, a Deadline, and "Beach Blanket Babylon" - We heard it before we felt it: a low, otherworldly moan. I looked around the fifth floor conference room, quickly searching the faces of the dozen or so ...
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