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Out of the loop.

One of the little-known benefits of living abroad is that you are relatively cut off from American pop culture. It leaves more space in your brain, space you can hopefully designate for foreign language skills. Unfortunately this also means that our current American cultural context is pretty much limited to a dusty mental time capsule…

Instead of Vocab…

I’m going to dig up old embarrassing photos of Husband. And once we all clean up the soda that shot out of our noses after seeing that winner above, I’ll tell you why he’s banned from the community pool in our neighborhood. Surprisingly it has nothing to do with risque European swimwear. Right across the…

Dear Tom.

Husband (after watching Tom Brady break into tears talking about almost not getting drafted): Do you think Tom Brady could be our baby’s godfather? Me: Um… Husband: I mean, I wouldn’t be asking in a weird, serial killer stalker kind of way. I could write him a nice letter. Do you think he’d say yes?…

Overheard in our apartment 2 nights ago.

Me: My belly is starting to stick out, huh? Husband: Yep, totally. Me: It’s so weird! Husband: Yeah! (pause) So do you feel like your butt is getting bigger too? Me: WHAT?!? I actually liked my butt until you said that?! What the….!(&&#!*$ Husband: (looking at me honestly) No, I mean, do you feel like…

Happy birthday Husband.

Husband turns thirty-something today. I say thirty-something because he’s feeling old (older than me!) and not spelling out the exact state of his aged-ness might soften the blow a bit. But just in case, I prepared him a chocolate peanut butter pie in which to drown all of his old-person sorrows. And since his sorrows…

Harnessing the Power of Pudding.

Husband and I just had a moment over a bowl of Jell-O chocolate pudding: We were spooning the velvety goodness into our craws, discussing the possible health merits of Jell-O pudding made with skim milk, when my dear husband took a particularly large spoonful and stopped dead in his tracks. I thought it might be…

Granny carts are the new black.

As you may have already heard, I have to haul my groceries around the city in a cart. A 2 wheeled, pull it behind you and try not to roll through the dog poo on the sidewalk granny cart, in fact. And it’s kind of embarrassing. Part of that embarrassment stems from the fact that…