During our evening ‘how was your day’ session, I informed my husband that I’m more-than-seriously considering adding Dublin to my Tracy Extension Trip. He whined about wanting to go to Ireland some day, and that I’m ‘taking all of the good places’. I told him ok–fine–that’s fair (though really it is not, because I’d be going to Prague and/or Amsterdam and/or Rome but for his insistence that I don’t step on any of his European dreams). Tell me where you do NOT want to go, I said, and I’ll explore that area of Europe happily–I even offered up Spain and Portugal, as he’s never shown even the slightest of interest in bullfights or Flamenco, in cod or kale soup. He fumbled about and finally found a book within an arm’s length that included a map of Europe. He studied it briefly and responded–‘Ok–you can go to Luxembourg. And Monaco. Oh–and Andorra. Have fun.’
I hurt myself laughing.