In yesterday's comments, Mr. Farklepants said the following:
This is one area where TF and I are at odds. I hate lying to kids about Santa Claus, The Easter Bunny or any of the imaginary beings we lie to them about.It's true. That is one area. Here is another: our respective personal preferences about where to live. See, we live in
In Mr. Farklepants' perfect world we would live here:
Rural with wide open spaces, acreage, and sagebrush, and don't forget isolation.
I like my wide open spaces with a great deal of skyscrapers:
When Mr. Farklepants talks about his neighbors, he's referring to the family that lives several miles away:
When I say neighbors, I mean the people who live directly on the other side of the shared wall:
Mr. Farklepants' idea of transportation includes tires designed for maximum traction. And necessary protective gear:
I like my transportation to include a driver that may or may not speak with an accent or bathe on a regular basis:
Mr. Farklepants' idea of nearby retail establishments:
My ideal shopping experience:
Believe me when I tell you this: If Mr. Farklepants' job didn't require him to live in close proximity to our current location...there would be a ruckus. A grand mal ruckus of epic proportions.
When the children are grown, moved out, and living their own lives; please check back for a post titled: A Tale of Two Houses. Or perhaps, Retirement: Six Months Here, Six Months There. Or maybe even, Wait a Minute, Didn't I Used to Have a Husband? Where Did He Go? Oh Look! Shoes!
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