Assisted Living

My husband forgot something important the other day - I can't remember what - okay, I just now realized how funny that is, and I threatened him, "I'm going to put you in assisted living!"  (Aren't I a caring wife?)

To which he replied, "Oh my gosh, that would be awesome!  Do I get my own room with my own TV?  They just call me when meals are ready or oh, oh, oh, maybe they could bring them to my room?  Do you think I could get one of those little refrigerators, too?  And maybe no one would visit me?  I could be left alone except for a nurse when I needed something?  When are we going?  Should I pack now?"


I give up.