"I seem to be doing everything at the last moment," I said to the Husband, while we stood in line at the post office. I was sending a gift for a baby shower happening on Saturday.
"Why is that?" he asked.
I shrugged. "I don't know. I'll probably die at the last moment."
"They'll ask you 'What happened?'" said the Husband. "'You should've been here last week.'"
What can I say? That's life.