The husband keeps talking about going back to school, but he has no idea what he wants to study. He asks me every few days what he should be when he grows up and I always throw out some ideas. We had another of these conversations while getting supper earlier tonight.
“I want to go back to school,” the husband said. “What should I study?”
“Um…” I said, trying to think of something. “Graphic design?” (I have a degree in graphic design.)
“No, I don’t want to be stuck in an office all day.”
“Um…you could be…Oh! I know! A masseur! You should take the massage therapy program at [the local college].”
Silence for a moment. Then the husband said, “I’m not giving you free massages.”
“You could practice on me,” I told him. “I will volunteer my services for your studies.”
“Nope. Fifteen bucks an hour, at least.”
What’s the point in my husband becoming a licensed massage therapist if I can’t get all the free back massages I want?? So masseur is out. Back to the drawing board.