I recently found myself seated at Chuy's, one margarita and one pina colada in, with my dear friend MA. We had been chatting about her life in Austin, my life in Houston, and how exciting this whole wedding thing was, when she very seriously leaned across the table.
"Heather, here's the deal: statistically speaking, you will definitely out live Josh and I will definitely out live whoever may be in my life."
"...okay...?"
"I think, when our husbands are dead, and you and I are alone in our old age, we should pick up our things and move to Scotland. Just picture it! We could buy a little cabin in the middle of a field of heather plants and dry herbs from the ceiling beams and make tea. Maybe you will have some medical skills and we could market ourselves as the local witches and sell herbs brewed together into survival potions. Also we will obviously only wear plaid and sweaters. Are you in?"
"Hmm...can we have a few sheep? That way we could harvest the wool and knit our own sweaters. We only need three you know, just enough for wool and companionship."
"Absolutely."
"Okay, I'm in!"
Ladies and gentlemen, thanks to Chuy's and good friends, I now have a life plan for the worst case scenario, and really, it's not so bad. I think I would make and excellent old, shrived, Scottish witch. With or without the pina colada.
I want in.
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