Don’t take that title too seriously, please.
Yesterday was our 9 month anniversary thingy. Please allow me to show you my romanticles in this fancy, bulleted list of yesterday’s events (in chronological order):
- Something ridiculous like 6am: Bea gets up to skate for 3 hours. I sleep for two and a half more hours and watch Monk.
- Look at house for sale. Disappointing. Two doors down from Hubig’s bakery.
- Breakfast/Lunch at La Peniche. Not-yet-ripened blueberries on my waffle manage not to ruin the meal.
- Loafing, working (me), napping (Bea)
- Errands. Barstool shopping.
- Dinner at Kyoto 2. Ice cream to follow.
- Cleaning, dishwashing, organizing, mounting pictures / mirrors at Bea’s.
- 1/2 hour of watching Boogie Nights.
- Sleep.
Now ladies (and some of you fellas), try and stay back or you just may swoon. For serious.
It’s been an easy and comfortable 9 months. Nothing really has felt forced, just moving at its own natural pace. And I’m oddly at peace at staying in more / becoming more domesticated. I think it mostly independent of her, but I can’t be a good judge of that.
I’m not objecting to the domestication, mind you. It is weird though.
You know as well as I do that Hubigs smells like rotten fruit every morning at 6 am. Now do you really want to live next to that? You should talk to miguel about his place. At least it is 2 blocks down from Hubigs and has a jacuzzi.
Well, more than that, it was chock full of odd angles and bathrooms.
we coulda had a baby by now
no, but *I* coulda ;-P
wow, it has been that long. congrats :-)
I’m not claiming any of that domesticationism of the panic.