Apartment: The lovely-seeming potential tenants decided they didn't want to settle for Edith, and so they wrote to tell us that while they liked many things about the place and liked the idea of Nick as a landlord, they will soon be moving into a Mary apartment.
Bottle of pee: As you know, I've been varying my route so as not to get kidnapped, and so I hadn't walked by the scene of the pee-bottle for a while. But I did, and it is gone.
Tupperware: You don't know about our ongoing Tupperware struggles, but basically Nick and I each came into the marriage with assorted food storage containers in varying states of terribleness. And then Betty moved in with a ton more, also from about the year of the flood.
Tupperware seems to be like socks, but somehow even easier to misplace half of. And so we had a maddeningly increasing number of bottoms but no tops, or tops with no bottoms and storing leftovers had become infuriating.
Nick's hair practically caught fire every time he had a mismatched set to contend with.
And so, one day he ordered a new set and went on a Tupperware-tossing rampage and now we have all shiny matchy BPA-free containers. It's somehow quite satisfying.
Not sure what this says about how prosaic my existence is, but there you have it.
Pregnancy: I somehow got mixed up and thought I was already 28 weeks and heading into 29 but it turns out that it's 28 this Thursday. Somehow, this realization was tantamount to being sure it was Friday and learning it was only Tuesday. Crushed!
Downton: I am itching to write about it but Nick hasn't seen the most recent episode and I don't want to ruin it for him.
The dread skin itch: Is in fact much better since taking several of your ideas and ordering like a fiend off the internet.
Also, I am hoping the thyroid medicine will help with my dry dry skin, but let me tell you one of the things I've been doing. At the suggestion of a reader, I ordered a giant jar of organic coconut oil. I take my makeup off with it. I put it on after I shower, head to toe. And I love it.
It's totally economical, and you can eat it, so I feel fine slathering it all over my lips. AND I walk around smelling faintly of macaroon.
I choose to believe it lends me an air of tropical mystery.