House Hating

Apparently in our house you cannot use the microwave and the washing machine at the same time.  Same goes for cooking pancakes on the griddle while microwaving syrup.  Also, I will never be able to blow dry my hair in our bedroom bathroom.
This townhouse is getting on my nerves.  We're thinking about moving.  I love this place, with its light floors, big, beautiful windows, and ivy crawling up our walls.  I love how big our bedroom is.  I love our neighborhood.  But people, it's time to leave.
It's also funny because we've had about 10 water main breaks in our neighborhood in the past 5 months.  That's a lot.  I'm just saying.

My Husband Rocks

He really does.

I have a lot of friends who talk to me about the negative relationships they have with their husbands, and this always makes me really sad for them, because as lame as it sounds, Frank and I don't have negativity in our relationship.  We really don't.  Maybe that will change, but in all the years that we've been together, the only goal in our relationship is to make sure we're happy when we're together.

Which is why my husband rocks.