It began as an idea thrown against Neal, wondering if it would stick.
"What do you want to do tonight?"
"I dunno....we could go to the boat show...."
But then we discovered that he (active duty) and Blue (under the age of 13) would be free. AND every admission includes a year's subscription to either Yachting (which we passed on because it would be a constant full-page, in-color reminder of our financial shortcomings), Outdoors (also passed on because our hunting experience is limited to scavenging the refrigerator for leftovers), Field & Stream (again, we only fish from the seafood section of Kroger), and Popular Mechanics (BINGO! I have no idea what I'm going to learn from the next 12 months of this magazine, but perhaps it will have something to do with fast cars and cupcakes). But also, there was a good deal of exploring to be done on boats we'll never own and RV's we'll never drive. And deep fried candy bars....let's not forget that.
There were, indeed, many boats to drool over. Last summer, we were all river rats on my dad and stepmom's pontoon. Floating down the Kentucky river during mild and lazy days, we waved to fellow boaters, watched Dad fish, and enjoyed the city from a different perspective. But mostly, we just tried to keep Blue from flinging himself into the water below.
But then came the RVs. Neal and I have casually tossed about the idea of purchasing an RV, living in it for a year and paying it off with our military housing allowance and then living in it occasionally after each reassignment. It's interesting how many 2 and 3-person military families are doing this. After walking through no less than 2 dozen RVs last Friday, the idea became all the more attractive.
But we found others that would meet our needs just fine...especially the need to not go bust after buying something that could be washed away or blown to kingdom come.
And then there was the one with the bow-chicka-bow-wow roman shades that were remotely controlled. With one push of a button on the control panel next to the bed, you could open and close the bedroom window coverings. I took a video because...REALLY?? But I'm keeping that one for myself (as I may have created a dirty ditty to accompany the whirring of button-activated shades. Rhyming games with a toddler all day has its benefits).
We didn't end up buying an RV. If our next move is Kansas, I would prefer NOT to be whisked up into an F8 funnel as I'm frying an egg in these houseslippers...
So, 3 hours later, we had a magazine subscription, 2 Cabela's hats (which they were handing out at the door for about 30 minutes and we just got lucky), an exhausted little Blue, and a tummy full of...
deep fried Snickers.
I call that $10 well-spent.
We are headed to Bernheim Forest this weekend...to something called a Pollywog Play Party, which is intended for children under 5. There probably won't be any fried Snickers...but there also won't be the temptation to spend $400,000 on a mobile home.
Happy Weekend! And Cheers!