Stop in for a cup of coffee

And now for something completely different. And no, the penguin on top of your Telly is not about to explode! (Apologies some Throw back Monty Python humor) So wife is going in for some surgery tomorrow morning (rather be in Chicago guarding Craig’s car!) and she is apprehensive, conversation drifts into mortality. Me trying to lighten the mood with a classic metaphor told her my only hope was when I die she does not sell my guns for what I told her I paid for them! She was not exactly comforted.