PrincessV
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You, my friend, need to be let in on The Secret.
No, not the Oprah scam.
V's and D's Secret. (Yep, D being my dear frind in my TR.)
V and D's moms have some similarities that drive us out of our skulls. And we've both recognized and accepted that we'll wind up being the parties responsible for said moms in their old age. And we've often wondered where to put them should they become infirm and in need of care we can't possibly afford.
The Secret begins with some dumb motivational speaker on DVD we all got to enjoy at work one day. I don't know what the heck the guy was talking about, but he segued at some point and mentioned how terrific health care has become in Bangladesh and how many super-fantastic nursing homes have opened there as a result. Oh, and the cost of both is cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap. Bonus, Bangladesh is ont eh other side of the freakin' WORLD.
D and I met eyes across the conference table.
And we smiled. Our problems had been solved. From that day on, when either of us tell yet another tale of mother-angst, we nod knowingly, smile and say "Bangladesh!"
All of the above was completely tongue-in-cheek, of course. Maybe.
Tracy?
Bangladesh, baybee.

No, not the Oprah scam.
V's and D's Secret. (Yep, D being my dear frind in my TR.)
V and D's moms have some similarities that drive us out of our skulls. And we've both recognized and accepted that we'll wind up being the parties responsible for said moms in their old age. And we've often wondered where to put them should they become infirm and in need of care we can't possibly afford.
The Secret begins with some dumb motivational speaker on DVD we all got to enjoy at work one day. I don't know what the heck the guy was talking about, but he segued at some point and mentioned how terrific health care has become in Bangladesh and how many super-fantastic nursing homes have opened there as a result. Oh, and the cost of both is cheap, cheap, cheap, cheap. Bonus, Bangladesh is ont eh other side of the freakin' WORLD.
D and I met eyes across the conference table.
And we smiled. Our problems had been solved. From that day on, when either of us tell yet another tale of mother-angst, we nod knowingly, smile and say "Bangladesh!"


Tracy?
Bangladesh, baybee.


