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Sometimes the smallest thing gives me a chuckle. This isn't any kind of new trait I've acquired - I've always been easily amused. But nowadays I find I am amused by some rather odd, maybe even morbid, stuff.

When Reagan was born, we decided to be responsible and take out really good (i.e. high) life insurance policies for both Matt and myself. We filled out all the paperwork, did the percentage of how much to take on each of us (some ratio based on our respective salaries), and let the funny man in the lab coat and rubber gloves come into our home and take our blood.

A week later, our agent told me that my policy was approved already. He said that it was the fastest approval he has ever seen, and that I was in pristine health. They approved me at the lowest rate possible. We were thrilled to hear this, of course, as we knew that the simple fact that Matt is a police officer would mean he would NOT get the lowest rate possible. Sure enough, my policy costs us 1/4 of what Matt's does annually.

So when Matt wrote the checks today for our quarterly payments, we couldn't help but laugh a bit and think "so much for pristine health, huh, West Coast Life?!" and then I also thought "Please, God..don't let the USPS lose this check in the mail!"

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