
When you become a parent with someone, and you have known them a half of your adult life, you just have to liven things up from time to time.
Dave and I have been making delicious new cocktails from a Food & Wine book I gave him for his 41st. So far we've made Ernest Hemingway Daquiris...delicious. Kind of like a cross between a margarita and a pina colada. And a Mucho Picchu (I think)...also yummy. We split one drink and we're loopy. It's a testiment to our sleep deprivation!
Sometimes we inject swearwords randomly into our bucolic, ordinary conversation, for no reason with feigned, thunderous, emotional emphasis. No one is mad, just hoping for a laugh.
We thought of another requisite argument topic...(see my earlier post about Garrison Keillor's sage marital advice about the importance of arguing continuously about senseless things)

Which is better? Down pillows or fiber fill?
Obviously fiber fill. But then again, I'm a side sleeper. Fetal position.
Dave on the other hand is a FLIPPER. And a very light sleeper. He loves the malliability of the down. I think it like not having any pillow. It just LOOKS like a real pillow. Nice idea, no support.
Um, soon I will post the tastiest recipes we've been having all week from our delicious $4 Spanish cookbook. And photos, always more photos!
Ciao!
1 comment:
Hilarious! I look forward to the time when I can hear swear-word outbursts in person. Until then, I continue to think of you and applaud your new approach to life. Enjoy that beautiful, beautiful baby!!
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