See, that's where I was going with the whole "new house, no debt" thing.
The day I posted that message, incidentally, my best friend (unbeknownst to me) bought a house that fits my description exactly. I knew she'd been looking, but she was looking for split-levels and ended up getting a gorgeous, recently remodeled 1975 ranch. With a hot tub.
I'm now dealing with a healthy serving of being happy for her tinged with a not insignificant side order of jealousy. I realize that the recent rash of good fortune she's encountered is no reflection on my worthiness as a human being, but I can't help but wonder when I'm going to get mine. I mean, I've worked hard, made responsible choices, etc...I have trouble accepting the fact that in the grand cosmic scheme of things, clean living really doesn't get you much besides the satisfaction of knowing that you did the right thing.
Anyway.
Even as a kid my wishlists to my family were always pretty reasonable. There might be one big item that I knew I wasn't going to get -- not a baby sister or a pony or anything, usually more like a bike or a TV for my bedroom. I actually got both those things for Christmas, I seriously underestimated my parents' willingness to spoil me. And I knew by the time I was seven that the Big Red Guy didn't stop by my house. Maybe he still comes to visit some of you, so I'm not going to say anything untoward, but...he wasn't a holiday special guest star in the house I grew up in.