I went out with one of my good friends, LD, tonight. Neither of us will be having children. The following plan formed:
LD: "We'll be in the old folks' home together - taking care of each other."
Ms. V: "That's right! We'll sit next to each other drinking our beers."
LD: "It's a great plan! The one on Shelburne Bay is beautiful. Let's plan to stay there."
Ms. V: "We can get rooms next to each other and knock messages through the walls, since our hands will be too arthritic to text."
LD: "On second thought... we could never afford Shelburne Bay."
Ms. V: "I'll have to work right up until I'm ready to be put in the home to be able to cover the cost. I have decent benefits..."
LD: "I still can't afford it. It's way too expensive."
Ms. V: "We'll get married! My retirement benefits will cover you! It's perfect!"
LD: "DJ will be dead by then since he's older."
Ms. V: "I'm saving my 2nd marriage for you."
LD: "We need to pinky-swear on this."
Ms. V: "We could *totally* capitalize on this! It'll fund our stay! I can see the headline now... 'Couple marries after 50 years of friendship' - it would go on to describe our brief honeymoon on the lake and mention that we'll be making our home at the Shelburne Bay Assisted Living Facility. A real American love-story."
Folks, I found my 2nd spouse. I couldn't ask for a better one.