Last night after dinner, Gabe and I sat in our his and hers Queen Anne recliners in the living room planning for the rest of the week. Our planning eventually got on the future track and I began plotting out financial goals on the long, medium, and short range, including the mundane details of adult life like car maintenance, car insurance, eye glasses, etc for the short term and on the long term things like retirement and a house.
But the bottom line is a puppy.
You see, we can't have a puppy where we are right now. It would cost too much. Our building would have us pay a big down payment and then a monthly fee for a four-legged baby. And I want a four-legged baby like hydrogen wants oxygen: it's on a molecular level.
Every item we added to the list, after writing it down, I said, "and this gets us closer to puppy!" After a bit, you can imagine this got old.
We eventually finished our list, set the alarm and crawled into bed.
Thirty-five minutes after lights out, I sit straight up in bed, and declared, as if I had never owned this need before, "I want a puppy!"
Bleary-eyed from being awaken, Gabe just looked at me and shook his head.
"At least I'm not saying 'baby', " I responded to the look. With that, I finally drifted off to sleep dreaming of my future furry four-legged baby-kins.