If I died...

If I died:

Our house would be a disaster, food crumbs all over the floor, Paisley may have to walk around in a poopy diaper for quite a while until Stephen finally broke down and changed it. The laundry would pile up sky high, the kids would never learn how to pick up after themselves, and the refrigerator would just someday be empty and never get filled back up with food or milk, the canned applesauce that Beck loves so much would never be there, the dishes would grow mold, the gabage would pile up, the bed would never get made, the broom would be lost forever, garbage would litter the table from packages that had been opened, the toilet paper roll would remain empty, and our walls would be bare.

If Stephen died:

All of our bills would go to collections, my house would get taken away, the litter box would stay dirtier longer because there would be no one to remind me to change it, I wouldn't be able to call the cable guy to tell them what needs to be done, all mail sent to our house would be paid or replied to, even if it was junk mail because I wouldn't realize that I didn't really have to write a check out to the comedy orphange of Kalestan off the coast of Italy, the internet and dryer would forever be broken, or I would end up paying a fortune in Sears bills, without realizing that all I needed to do was move the plate that was blocking the dishwasher door from closing. We would never have any company over because there would be no one to invite them, no one would fix my iphone, Beck would never learn how to throw a football.

Just so I realize who does what around here and appreciate it.