Well, not really. There's nothing really sexy about a blue toilet and small spaces to try to manuever around with my fat butt, much less someone else's. Myabe when Mower and I get skinny and are on a trip without the kids.

We're trying to distance ourselves from Chase, simply to make a point. The wrench in the plans is that we want a frequent flyer mileage card. The nearest airport has Continental as a hub, and they are one of the few that has non-stop flights to many more places. The cards they are offering to get miles on are through Chase or a debit card. Debit cards and I don't agree. I say there should be money, they say Ha, ha, ha, ha, that's a good one. You're overdrawn.

If we go with a Delta card, we will get stuck with layovers, plus it's connected to American Express, which isn't always accepted everywhere still. If we go with Southwest, it's a Chase card as well. I guess we have to accept that Chase is the almighty bank and we can never escape it's grasp.

The confusing thing is all the different names of the programs, and trying to figure out the mile per dollar ratio. It's like calculus, and I dropped out of trig and never got to calculus, so I'm screwed.

We should decide on one soon. I want use it for our everyday stuff and get a discount to fly to New York and visit family this summer and then drive to Toronto to see some of the craziest, wildest toddler moms out there. Last year, I kept seeing my friend Karen's boobs being displayed in all their glory. I'm hoping this year, I'll see even more. Wink, wink.