a sign that i am a married californian

I am in bed, covered with the following: 

• 1 sheet
  
• 1 synthetic poly-fur fleece blanket
  
• 1 goose-down filled comforter
  
• 1 large blanket I made for Rebs by stitching together 2 pieces of fleece together for our 1st Christmas together
  
• 1 quilt my aunt made me when I graduated from college & moved to CA
  
• 1 quilt from Target, the one our bedroom is decorated around - you've heard that theory right? "When decorating a bedroom start with the bedding."
  
• 1 comforter that has been with me through college, Camp Geneva, Camp Manitoqua, the Convent, the Ghetto, 2 other apartments, all significant break ups in my life, & is a good one for nephew naps
  
• 1 afghan that usually resides on our couch
  

I am NOT covered with:

• 1 (my) husband
  

AND I AM FREEZING!!!

vestiges of garden state

In our otherwise nearly perfect apartment we have a very tiny kitchen & since we have been trying to cook much more often (with mostly happy results barring a potato soup that was a DISASTER) Rebby & I are often bumping monkeys in there.*

Also, since we have both viewed Garden State a number of times we are always VERY intentional in warning the other if the dishwasher is open since the biggest slab of clear, flat surface is directly across from it. Basically if one is cooking at aforementioned slab there is just enough clearance behind one for someone else to load the dishwasher. However, one false move & one could potentially end up in a wheelchair for life with an estranged husband & a son addicted to downers.

Neither of us is prepared to let that happen.

Hence, always the warning. Now it is a talisman. If we don't say it the above scenario will play out.

Out we'll break the damn thing & lose our security deposit.

*That sounds sexier than it is. Seriously, this kitchen may even be too small for that.

i am so grateful

that the person whom I share a parking cubby with (garage-ish thing for 2 cars) at our new apartment doesn't care than I am a crappy parker.

Or maybe he/she does care.

In that case I'm glad that he/she doesn't complain or confront me about it because God knows, I hate confrontation & my main goal in life is to be liked by all.

I know this is an unreasonable main goal in life. 

But still I do hates the confrontations.