We just bought more land. A big chunk (well, big for our neighborhood - maybe an acre?) of land behind and just to the left of our house went up for sale this week. Blair has had his eye on it for awhile now. My eye, however, was not.
Blair wanted to buy the land to protect our property. I saw no need for such a move as we already bought a section of land behind our house to protect the itsy-bitsy plot of land we started out with. As it stands, we NEVER go into our backyard except to mow. The mosquitoes are knee deep and you take your life in your hands walking through there after dusk. I won't do it without an emergency blood transfusion bag in my purse.
So it seemed silly to me to purchase more land that we could not use. Blair saw it differently. Our conversation went something like this:
Him: "I want to buy that land behind our house."
Him: "It's cheap."
Him: "It would protect our land."
Him: "What if someone buys it and puts a junky car lot out there?"
Me: "There's already a junky car lot just up the street and that doesn't bother us. Props to him for expanding."
Him: "What if apartment housing goes up?"
Me: "There's already apartment housing next to this piece you want to buy. Seems to me you're just moving us closer."
Him: "How about because I want it and it would make me feel great to have it?"
Oooh, he's tricky! He never asks for anything and now I see why. He's been saving up for this moment. He indulges me and indulges me and it's all been a plot so he can have this mosquitoe-infested land of his dreams. But he looks so cute.
"Okay," I say.
"Great." He smiles. He really is cute.
I'll just buy a lot of bug spray.