Last night, at dinner, Margie's boyfriend, Ron, asked, "What if you were a fruitfly and you only had three days to live? What would you do?"
I grabbed a napkin, pulled a pen from my purse and began to scribble out his words.
"Like you're ever going to find that napkin again," Ron said, laughing.
"She does this every night. You should see the lists she wakes up with," H replied.
It's true. Wherever I go, I constantly jot down notes. In the morning, I discover bar tabs, napkins, business cards and coasters covered in scrawl. After all, you never know what might make a good question.
So today's question is brought to you by Ron. What if you were a fruitfly and you only had three days to live? What would you do?
I'd throw a three day party with my family and friends. Like a wedding gone astray. Really astray...
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