Driving home from the lake yesterday, Cowboy and I discussed where we were going to “put” my retention bonus. Retention bonus. Sounds like an oxymoron to me.
Cowboy is a commercial financier. From Texas. I have learned in our marriage that these things to him are as essential, as natural and as unemotionally discussed as if we were deciding what to have for dinner.
Too bad housing prices haven’t dropped much around here, he said. We could use it as a down payment on a rental.
How about we invest it in an adoption, I said.
Well, darlin’, that’s not really an investment. (Duh. We went to the same b school).
Yes it is. An investment in my sanity.