My latest bonnet-bee is healthcare, and the arguments against which are essentially, "I got mine, I worked hard for mine, you shouldn't get yours for free." This would be like me saying, "I had to pay a 22% interest rate the first five years of my mortgage, then 13% the rest, now that my house is paid off you all shouldn't get these low interest rates."
"I got mine, I worked hard for mine, you shouldn't get yours" makes no sense to me.
I say this because I'm going to write a post in which I sound like I really, really got mine, and I didn't even work hard for mine (well, I did work two jobs once), but I want you all to know I think you should get yours, you really should.
Since I have done nothing today but sleep and repeat, "I haven't broken my foot, I haven't broken my foot, I haven't broken my foot," I have nothing to say and am forced to confess to you my plans.
Plans for mid-May: go to Louisville for a BNL concert and stay at some unusual hotel called 21c. It seems to be half hotel / half contemporary art museum. And the ad for their bathroom made me want to go buy a Devo album.
Plans for early June: go to Tulsa for a BNL concert and stay at the historic Mayo hotel, where they will give us chocolate-covered strawberries and a suite if we pay them the going rate for a hotel in any other city.
Plans for the rest of the year:We've been debating where to go for our 25th anniversary. We've even considered some places BNL isn't playing. As Mom would say, "(!)."
Gary has decided it is our anniversary year, akin to the Birthday Month, and the dates are not relevant, so we can go anywhere, anytime this year, even overseas.
This is how the conversation has gone.
"Gary, it looks like the Greek economy is going in the toilet, maybe there'll be really good deals in Greece."
"Greece? You want to go to Greece? I would think you would have wanted to go someplace like Paris."
"Nah, I've never wanted to go to Paris."
"Gary, I've been thinking, I've been selfish, we should go somewhere you want to go. I was thinking Ireland."
"Well, because your family is Irish."
"My Dad's family is German. Should I want to go to Germany?" (pause) "Your family is French, isn't it?"
"Maybe it would be fun to go to Iceland."
"Or ... Paris!"
(Shield your eyes from the glare of the light bulb going off.)
So, it looks like the day of our anniversary we won't be having a party, or going out to dinner, but instead we might be staying inside and planning a trip to Paris. For sometime this year, or... Gary is voting for next year, because he's bought in to the Paris in Spring advertising. I vote for Paris in the summer, because I hear they are more understanding to tourists then. Actually, I vote for Paris in the next few weeks when I could get a $500 per person fare, because seriously, it's cheaper to go to Paris than Toronto? How does that work?
I'm not even really getting my hopes up, because it seems unreal.