Ok, the title of this post is completely untrue. I wish I wasn’t a liar.
But even though Will is a die-hard St. Louis Cardinals fan, he is now associated with all things Windy City, based merely on proximity.
What am I talking about?
Carlie Crashers, I have some exciting news:
I have a husband again! Who lives with me! In the same city! And the same apartment!
Yaaaaaaaaay! (After going out for St. Patrick’s Day on Saturday, I can’t read/hear the word “yay” without picturing it being said by a drunk girl sloppily hugging her best friend while spilling green beer on her shoulder because she agreed to share her lip gloss.)
So yeah, I have a live-in spouse again, which is much better than the long-distance version. And the best part is that he was finally able to move up to Chicago with me because he got a new job that sounds like it will be a fantastic opportunity. So everyone is WINNING. (Except the word “winning” itself, thanks to Charlie Sheen. It’s probably been the most over-used word in the English language over the past couple weeks. And I just contributed to that. Sorry.)
Of course with Will living here, I’ll probably have to do the laundry more than once every 3 weeks and actually make stuff for dinner instead of heating up leftover pizza from the weekend or throwing a handful of shredded cheese on a tortilla and calling it a quesadilla. And now I’ll have to run around after him straightening up all the time because I’m a hyperactive neat freak and he’s a normal person.
But I’m pretty sure it’s worth it to be reunited with my other half. I couldn’t even bring myself to update my “Current city” to Chicago on Facebook until Will was living here too, if that says anything.
And if Will moving to Chicago isn’t exciting enough, we also just booked a trip to Vegas for next weekend! We were hoping to get a last minute travel deal to a tropical beach where we could relax and sip mojitos for a couple days, but travel deals only exist when it’s not spring break season and airline ticket prices are not in the midst of skyrocketing. So Vegas it is.
Stay tuned for a post about our trip our next week! In the meantime, I’ll be frantically applying self tanner, running to stores like Forever 21 and H&M to stock up on cheap, sparkly Vegas clothes (when in Rome…) and glaring at Will every time my alarm goes off in the morning since he gets to sleep in all week.