Please Send My Wife...to the Extreme!!!

My house is small. How small? If you sat in my living room as my wife and the kids and I went outside, you'd still feel crowded.

My house is so small that if my wife huddled in the laundry room, bitching about the lack of fabric softener sheets, I could still hear her even if I were on the roof blasting leaves out of the gutters with my leaf-blower.

This is one reason why I'd appreciate very much if you vote for my wife's essay and gave her a shot to get sent to the North Pole for a couple of weeks. They say couples need some space from time to time, and this house ain't providing any.

So why not send her to one of the most extreme places on Earth?

How extreme?

That extreme. As extreme as Vanilla Ice's chances of securing another #1 ranking on the Billboard chart.

How extreme? It would take More Than Words to describe how "Extreme":

But anyway. There is a geographical term called "pole of of inaccessibility" which, according to Wikipedia, "marks a location that is the most challenging to reach owing to its remoteness from geographical features which could provide access." Got that? It means EXTREME to the EXTREME!

The northern pole of inaccessibility — which, if I'm lucky, is where Jenn will spend most of her time — is located here:

After viewing this map, I have the urge to learn to speak Thai, so if Jenn wins — she will if you vote for her essay — and people ask me where she is, I can say, "She went to Cực bất khả tiếp cận Bắc!"

Ice, Ice, Baby!

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If this convinces you that you should send my wife to the North Pole, please click this text which is in fact a link that will take you to her essay so you can vote for her so she'll have a chance to go to the North Pole. Thank you.