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Recently I’ve been posting conversations that I’m taking from old emails (since I never delete anything). Here’s another one, from August 2009:
EMAIL TEXT:
We were nearly rounding home from a long drive back from SC. I had been studying the Rand McNally US/Canada/Mexico Atlas for several hours. I announced that I’d like to go on vacation to Canada. After naming several potential destinations, I settled on the Ice Hotel in Quebec.
I then whined that Paul never takes me to Canada.
Paul: We’ve BEEN to Canada.
Kari: That doesn’t count–we were really in Alaska and we were just visiting Canada.
Paul: No–when we went to Niagara Falls, like 5 years ago.
Kari: Oh, yeah… Well, that doesn’t really count, either. But fine. You’ve taken me to Canada. But you never take me to Quebec. Why don’t you ever take me to Quebec?
Paul: Kari, where is Montreal?
Kari: Oh, crap…
Paul: Exactly. We were in Montreal less than 2 years ago.
Kari: Okay, fine. So you’re taken me to Quebec. But you’ve never taken my baby to Canada. Why don’t you take my baby to Quebec?
Paul: SEQUOIA WENT TO MONTREAL WITH US.
Kari: I’m not going to win this, am I?
Paul: I’m always taking you to Canada. When will it be enough?
