California dreamin' on such a winter's day

I've never been a big fan of the saying - "all things happen for a reason". But it's kind of remarkable how often it seems true. Take for example the hot wife and I. When we were kids, we both had "crushes" on the other's friend. We get to high school, magically hook up with these crushes which allows us to meet and become good friends. We realize they're losers, realize we're much better for each other, and 9 years later you're reading this. Call it fate I guess.

Now, as some of you may remember, a while back we had a dream of owning our own reception hall business. We had the place, it was for sale, we had our business plan ready to go… we just didn't have any cash. No investors, no rich uncles, the bank said no way, the government laughed at us… and the business hopes died.

But I think this is where the fate thing comes back in. The hot wife is starting school for real estate appraisal this month. This holds so much more promise than the reception hall idea, and would never have come up had that plan actually worked out. An appraisal business takes almost no start-up costs, you can work a lot more from home (which will be nice with kids), and from what everyone is telling us, there is a lot of money out there to be made.

The hot wife is going to be great in real estate, whether it's appraisals or the occasional selling. She's too hot and charming to not be dealing with people that have lots of money. Some day, when we're rich from all this, hopefully I can fulfill my dreams of retiring by 40 and we can just hang out with our bratty kids on some beach in the California sun sipping martinis. Life is going to be great.

With any luck, we'll be just in time for the next housing bubble…

peace nick