The meeting is for Saturday night and the subject is finances. I have done the family finances for at least fifteen years. We have both been in the same jobs during that whole time and have, until the most recent stock market calamity and my health prognosis, been on pace for a comfortable retirement. Now we, after our 401K's have been reduced to 201K's and the assumed fact that my earning years have been shortened, have to go to plan B.
I have until Saturday night to define plan B.
I kid her about how comfortable I'm leaving things for her next husband. She says there will NEVER be another husband. She says it with such a degree of enthusiasm that I wonder if I should be insulted. I would like to think I was so much fun she couldn't wait to do it again.
There is no accounting for taste.
