Going Places

Lo, fear not- this post will NOT be a whimsical reflection upon the impossibility of planning for the future. WHo says you can't decide what to do about life? I have!

Plan A
Get married to Dan after I've gone down the list. I'm currently still on A (though I may have gone backwards to the end of the alphabet with a few skips and over-zealous jumps along the way). Since D is not too far down nor is it a top priority, it should take about 5-10 years at least. I've promised him that our kids will learn at least ONE Indian art form but my conditions are that
- they engage in some form of redundancy or the other on a regular basis. If it doesn't come naturally what with the mixed genes and all, I might have to take some measures to ensure the continuity of my species and increase the number of eratic midget blankists in the world. They WILL learn how to turn their brains off. Perhaps the noble art mushroom breeding.
-Of course, they'll need to like green, enjoy books, eat lots of cake and veggies and watch the news after the SImpsons.
I've been given leeway to pu**ywhip and use him to domestic advantage and even to keep my hair as short as I want (the latter might still prove to be a problem I reckon though). Doesn't sound like such a bad deal eh?

Plan B
If Danen doesn't work out and it turns out I still have all the money I don't spend on sending my henchwomen to Hawaii for the bet they are so sure I'l lose (the realisation of plan A- refer above), I shall consider this one.
Mufeedha and I will buy a house in Spain, and live there with ou two pet squirrels: Piggy Moo (mine) and Moochy (hers). We'll hit on younger men and dance into the sunset. I'm liking the sound of Ipanema too though. Oh well, there's always room for a little flexibility.

Plan C
I graduate with a degree in medicine. (I know, I know, how boring can one get?)
I lose my license by leaving my keys somewhere in the operation theatre - somewhere not too fatal. It'll only get discovered as the patient walks through an airport. They'll find me, lock me up and throw away the keys.( Little would they know I could manage that without any help.) I'll drive them all insane by singing the Club Chocolate song since I;ve only ever heard it from Mahes and I don't really know how it goes. anyway Someone will be driven to breaking point and will let me go and I'll go dancing into the sunset too.

I won't get ahead of myself just right now. I"ll see how these three work out for me, or even if I come up with other fool proof plans, I won't blog about them just in case they work for other people who end up happier than me and I really can't have that.