We've seen the commercials, which are totally sad and funny at the same time.
But I'll admit it. I want one of those things. Beau mocks me endlessly for it. But I live alone and I like living alone. AND I'm insanely clumsy with a turning staircase in my house. You do the math.
As it is now, I'm not too worried about it. I have a job where my absence would be noticed (I'd hope) rather quickly. My folks live in the neighborhood. And Beau calls/texts me at least five times a day.
I don't want to end up like the 50' Woman, who was found mummified in her house after being dead for a year. And she was famous once upon a time. I also don't want my pets to be forced to eat me. :)
Nope, I'm not takin' any chances down the line. Sign me up, LifeAlert!!
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