Sometimes, when I have the time to actually sit down and write, I'm certain that nothing interesting has happened lately...except:
Guess Who's Pregnant?
Nope, not I. Just about the entire blogosphere is though, and also, it turns out, my husband's best friend's wife. Or my husband's best friend's sister. Or someone in his life who I don't know very well. Rob made the announcement to me while I was busy trying to think about something else, but he seemed very excited about it. And I wanted to throw something heavy at him. Doesn't he realize that he's talking to a woman with a seriously accelerated baby-brain? He can be thrilled beyond belief for someone else, but he won't say peep about his own family? How does that make sense?
The Perfect Dress Wasn't
Why did it have to fit so perfectly, and be so outside of my budget? Even with a $50.00 giftcard, it was either the dress, or a week's worth of groceries. Sometimes I hate being financially responsible.
He Can Now Use Staves
Come the first of the year, Rob will have a staff position in the company he has worked for...for nine years. It's about fucking time.
Real Estate Ninjitsu
Viewing a house that you can't afford and have no intention of ever buying beats the pants off of touring a house that you painfully, desperately want - no, need - to buy. Rob and I got to masquerade as relaxed, qualified home-buyers. I felt like some sort of home-buying ninja, and it was great fun, viewing a house sans the horrible "oh God, oh God, must have it" feeling. What business did I have blatantly wasting a real estate agent's time, you ask? My parents, who currently reside in a condo in Southern California, have been shopping for a house in the Pacific Northwest. So naturally, when they mentioned they'd found something they really liked, I had to check out the goods.
Hell Has Frozen Over
Prepare to get out those space heaters and crank them up, because it's official. Remember my husband? Yeah, well, I do too, but I'm pretty sure that some mad scientist sneaked into our house and used him in some sort of brain-swapping experiment. He is eating vegan food...and loving it. A few nights ago, I improvised a kung pao "chicken" recipe (using eensy cubes of lightly-fried tofu), and Rob can't stop talking about it. Tonight, I made Sushi Salad, which he mmm-ed over. And he has been asking me to do something with quinoa. Quinoa, people! This from the man who, when I met him, said he didn't feel "fed" if his meal didn't include meat!