A man named Victor Lustig made history when he tried to sell the Eiffel Tower. Twice.

The first time he made a tidy fortune, having scammed a group of men into believing that he had the authority to offer it to the highest bidder as scrap metal. He was a con artist, and convinced them that he represented the city of Paris.

Lustig entertained the potential buyers in a posh hotel, and escorted them in a limousine to prove he had influence. His plan worked because he preyed on the insecurity of a wealthy businessman, who believed that such a deal would bring him renown.

One of the things I try to purchase is my happiness. I believe the ruse that someone else can grant or withhold it. If my kids and husband do what I ask, I will be content. If they fail me, I am doomed.

Yet the con falls apart. Even if my family does what I want today, and I feel satisfied, tomorrow it all starts over and they can rob me of my well being.

Or so it appears.

The second time Victor tried the swindle people asked more questions, and were not as easily duped. Maybe I will learn too.