I'm going once again on the Barenaked Ladies cruise in a few weeks, and incidental to this cruise are the ports of call. In the ports are many activities, so Gary and I are required to make a joint decision. After Gary called six times at work to jerk us back and forth on what we wanted to do, he sent this email:
"I changed my mind. Sign us up for the Canopy Adventure in Jamaica and the Snuba (and Butterflies/Horses?) in Grand Cayman. If we don't feel up to it when we get there we can just eat the fees. If we do feel up to it then we could have an amazing adventure or at least an extremely embarrassing episode that will be blog-worthy. We have to remember that we are no longer private citizens. We are now characters in an Internet blog. We must live our life while keeping that in mind. If I get stuck up in a tree, I want the whole world to at least know that I tried something new. If the Canopy is closed then we need something else like Nude Paragliding that is equally blog-worthy."
I thank you, oh Denizens of the Internets, for making my husband Mr. Adventure.