Gary came in tonight from work and said, "I passed a big house tonight on the way home."
(Gary, if you don't know, routinely dreams at night about having a Big House. I never ever dream about Big Houses. I dream about being a fat snaggle-toothed old cougar. Hm. What could that mean?)
He continued, "And I thought, 'I'll never have a house like that. My House-Buying Days are over.'"
"You know, Gary, if you really want - "
"No, wait! Then I thought, 'But my Adventure Days are just beginning!' It just popped into my head!"
"A positive thought just popped into your head?"
I imagine this stemmed from the Segway tour we took this weekend (I'm just waiting for the tour photos) or from the way the Wii Fit convinced me I would be GREAT at skiing, or the helicopter ride I'm planning over Niagara Falls, perhaps on the same day as we do this.
Poor guy thought he was going to spend his retirement playing the drums in the basement...