Usually the situation is reversed... I usually laugh while giving her grief. Like - "Oh hell, Rylee, you gotta fart on my lap?" She usually gives me guilty eyes and runs into her cage.
Mid fifties, married thirty years. My husband has sweetly asked me to try to outlive him, because he doesn't want to face life alone.
His odds are pretty good. Both our mothers (still living!) outlived our fathers. And our grandmothers...
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