Blah blah blah been travelin' blah blee.
Now that we have gotten that out of the way: hello, Internet! Miss me?
Things have been v. hectic in the HomeValley world, though lovely. I have been on the road a lot. I have been trying to get organized with the wedding. I have been attempting to study for the damn GMATs. And also, an actual writer's conference! In New York! In which I took a personal day from my ever-demanding role in Corporate America, and indulged my creative sensibilities.
(And swooned for Joshua Ferris, author of Then We Came to the End, the best book in the history of the fucking world if a certain panel is to be believed.)
(Then I bought the book. And I'm only a few chapters in, but yes, fine, Panel, it is awesome. It's about Corporate America, and it's biting and hilarious. Go read it, and then, for the love of God, can we please have our book club finally? Man, you guys are killing me.)
And... next topic.
I have noticed an alarming new trend in the things that J and bicker about.
It all started with the reusable grocery bags.
"I am telling you, Melis!" J says definitively. "I will not use them! I take my lunch to work every day in a plastic bag. I need the plastic bags."
"My God! I will get you a lunch bag!" I huff.
"I am not using a lunch bag! I won't!" J growls, disgusted.
The indignity of a lunch bag. Egregious!
Then, it was the white bread.
"What the hell is this in the cupboard, J? Is this white bread? You had no right! There is no nutritional value in this shit! My God, are you crazy? Where is the fiber, J? The fiber!"
Then, I did the grocery shopping (with resuable, environmentally-friendly canvas bags).
Via text message: "Fiber and flax seed bread? This means war, HV!"
Then, we went bike riding on Saturday, on a trail, donning our practical helmets and tiny back-pack full of provisions.
Eight miles in: "J! It is only another 7.5 miles to Valley Forge! We can do this, babe. Man up! We are strong!"
Thirty miles and three hours later, we wanted to die.