Anonymous wrote:I'm torn, guys. On the one hand, this man makes me feel like we'll have a life of love and adventure. Lots of gold around. He doesn't care if I work or not, just wants me to be home so I can take care of his parrot while he's earning a living.
But on the other, he has a wooden leg and I worry sometimes about it catching on fire, plus what if we get a dog and the dog chews it up. Sometimes the "thunk, thunk, thunk" of him walking around makes me want to set it on fire, but I think I can get that under control with therapy.
Also, he doesn't live in a SFH in a close in suburb, or even a lovely townhome. He lives on a tall ship. There's plenty of room for me on it too but I worry about school districts. We can move it anywhere, really, but are any good schools in close distance to a marina in the DMV? I don't think we can afford private on his salary.
Get him an artificial limb and let parrot home school kids. This lifestyle should be a great hook for standing out in Ivy applicant pool compared to any high achiever from any public school.