I'm bored. Let's have a baby.

When J and I were in Chicago last week, we had the entire Saturday morning before the wedding free to explore the city.  There we were in the middle of a major metropolitan area, with cultural attractions like aquariums, museums, and giant shopping malls. And what did we end up doing? Well, after walking about a block from our hotel to Millenium Park to see "The Bean," we pretty much went back to our room and watched television for the rest of the day.

"The Bean" in Chicago. Do you see us? 

Pathetic, I know. But in our defense, it wasn't the first time either of us had been to Chicago. J lived in the city for two years after college and I'd been there a few times with my girl friends. Both of us had this general feeling of "been there, done that." Being a tourist felt like it wasn't worth the money, dealing with the mid-day heat, or having to battle all those other damn tourists.

As we were lying on our bed watching television, a thought occurred to me: "We're bored. We should have a baby."

Counteracting boredom seems like the best reason yet to have a child. All these amazing things that we've been lucky enough to experience in life that now seem blasé because we're incredibly spoiled will suddenly be exciting again when seen through the wide-eyed wonder of a new human being. Creating offspring is the perfect antidote to our jaded mid-thirties malaise. What could possibly go wrong with this plan?

Then, just as we were admonishing ourselves for not being more motivated, we happened to look out our hotel window into the high-rise condominium building across the street to see this:

Procreation. Doggie style. 

Free porn!


And suddenly, we weren't bored anymore...