I Want to Live on Cloud 9

Without humor life would simply be too complicated. A lighthearted conversation in response to diabolical turmoil psychotic in-laws can sometimes create. Since divorced.. Apparently, it's hereditary!

My dear sweet husband; Bless his heart!
In reference to constant drama
his interesting family concocts
Says, "when we die,we're going to
live at least 500 clouds away
from everyone else!"
I smile at his cleverness
and say questioningly
"cloud nine?"
He kisses me and says
"Remember: do not inform
the postal service of
our address change"
And I reply
"I'll be sure to inform
the pizza man"
He says, "Make sure it's
from area cloud number nine
not six-six-six"

The End

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