Hubby has a trip coming up. He's had to take on some more responsibilities at work, and if that means a raise, I'm all for it.
Lately he's had to take a number of trips to talk to donors for his department at the university. Folks who might be interested in past projects and want to help fund the projects he is working on currently or in the future (some of his more fun stuff has to do with Mesoamerican swords and pre-Columbian DNA). He likes this a lot, because the donors are generally pretty sharp people who enjoy the stuff he's working on, and sometimes they get to go out for STEAK! (I don't like cholesterol, so I rarely feed hubby red meat, because I'm so mean to him that I want him with me forever.) I really think he's in it for the steak.
This month he has the opportunity to do something a little different. Here's how he explained it to me:
Hubby: "Looks like I'm going to Mexico this time."
Me: "Really? What's up with that?"
H: "Some kinda dig, or something. I'll be gone for about ten days, somewhere in the wilderness of the Baja desert."
M: "Sounds fun! Who are you going into the wilderness with? Anyone interesting?"
H: "Just a bunch of people from the university. I think one is a botanist, and an archaeologist, and some other folks. I'll be the DNA guy on this trip."
M: "Ummm.....really? Any lawyers?"
H: "Lawyers? I don't think so. Why?"
M: "Because your trip has already been made into a movie, and the lawyer was the first one to get eaten by a dinosaur. Maybe you should stay home."