After watching me wander morosely around the house for several days when I realized wasn’t going to get to the GTG, my wife upon learning what was the cause of this unhappiness 
, took pen in hand and wrote the following poem, leaving it on the kitchen table before going to work last Friday morning:
“If i’d a knowed ya wanted ta went, i’d have come and brung ya or got ta seed ya get to go or sawd ya off!” Luv, Lena (discretion dictated a name change)
Well, she, bless her heart, was successful in implementing a part of ditty, the part best left to the imagination!
If she should happen to read this 
, and you should happen to see the obit, please remind her I chose cremation!
