space travel « Behind the Willows

I’m back with another edition of “Did I Just Say What I Thought I Said?” in which I share a phrase that I never thought:

A) would ever need to be said in the first place,

B) that I would need to be the one to say it and

C) that I wouldn’t just be saying it, I’d be ~~yelling~~ repeating it over and over and over…

For the first time ever I am sharing a phrase that I never thought I’d have to say that is not directed at any of the kids, nor even the dogs. No, this time it’s John who is the one who has been hearing:

No. I will not colonize Mars with you!

Repeatedly.

Because…

I am not interested in space. I’d rather here about the mating habit of moths than what far away planets have which moons and are covered with what frozen water like substance.

I am not interested in traveling through space. That’s just terrifying and you aren’t going to convince me otherwise.

I am not interested in living in a confined space for any length of time. I’m assuming there would be people other than my husband in that confined space with me. I mean, I like other people, and being around them is fine but then I like to leave them wherever they are and go back to my own earthy space with my husband and ignore all talk about stars, galaxies and life support systems.

I am not interested in going to Mars. Because to get to Mars you would have to travel through space in a tiny space with other people – just no.

I am not even remotely interested in staying on Mars. Even if I could avoid all the space travel and teleport there for a quick look around before quickly teleporting back to the nice green earth, Mars is NOT where I would go first… or second… or third…

It does not matter if John thinks he is the perfect candidate for Mars colonization. I am not. I don’t care if he makes up things about Mars needing chickens my answer stays the same.