Weekend Wonders

What’s sweet, thoughtful, and utterly adored by KP?

If you said RP, you’re correct! (Although we will also be accepting the answers “froyo” and “Justin Timberlake.”)

Why does RP deserve such fine praise?

Because he greatly pleased his mistress this weekend with his random acts of guilt-induced kindness.

You see, RP went to Mexico this weekend. And while I have mixed feelings about our South-of-the-border neighbor, to RP it’s cilantro-laced Mecca topped with chopped tomatillo. Not to mention there’s some great surf.

But, leaving his wifey at home for 27 hours gave RP a case of the feel-bads. That’s why he cleaned the house top to bottom Friday morning before work, and why he came home on Sunday afternoon with three bags full of groceries and shooed me into the living room to continue watching my TBS marathon of The Bodyguard (RIP Whitney).

RP even asked…wait for it… to use the food processor.

Behold, my personal chef:

He then presented me with a home-cooked meal of sockeye salmon in a lemon-brown sugar rub, garlic shrimp skewers, and a warm roasted pepper and eggplant salad.

I had no idea how awesome having a wife could be.

His benevolence continued Monday, when RP answered my year-long plea:

We went to Disneyland.

Consider this clam happy.

Love Saves the Marrieds

I don’t want to be dramatic, but I feel like a chubby, pink-cheeked angel has just shot an arrow through my chest cavity.

Thanks for stopping by, Cupid.

But I didn’t need a cherub (or a day of amorous cards and fattening chocolate) to determine the scads of reasons I dig being married to RP.

In the spirit of the day (and with sensitivity to your gag reflex), I’ll limit myself to 10.

10. I haven’t had to unclog a toilet since we wed.

9. He doesn’t get mad when I do completely impulsive things (like, for instance, set out to “kill time” and end up with a new Kors leather jacket).

8. He always understands my need for frozen yogurt. In fact, when he came home last week to find me in a rotten mood, he calmly suggested, “honey, why don’t you go get yourself some froyo? Here are your keys.”

7. Because of him, 98% of the time there’s a rabbit sleeping under my ottoman.

6. He solves problems. Like my taxes, my traffic “incidents,” and my teeth.

5. He always eats what I make, even when it’s far too healthy for his tastes.

4. He gave up a 2-week surf trip in Bali to backpack the Himalayas with me.

3. He’s buying me a house. Well, with the help of my paycheck.

2. He always finds me the perfect bite of his burger: no bun, lots of bacon and cheese.

1. I dig him; pure and simple.

Obviously, a man worthy of this praise needs celebration. Which is exactly what we did.

Price style.

It started with an elegant dinner for two - succulent Kraft mac & cheese and a flaky, rich Eat-Rite personal pizza.




It was then that the romance oozed unabashedly from us, as we exchanged tender notes of everlasting love:




And moved onto something even sweeter: blackberry topped, ricotta filled crepes (because there are a few things I DO care about).


And ended the night testing the awkwardness of self-portraits taken with a Canon Rebel DSLR.


Hope your Valentine's was perfectly sweet.

Valentine’s Day (Read: Spousal Avoidance Day)

I won’t lie; I haven’t always been a fan of ye old Valentine’s. The whole February the 14th thing seemed a bit silly – more or less a marketing ploy to stimulate the economy and covert operation geared toward making women fat and men feel guilty.

But now I’m married (so it’s okay to get fat and optimal for my husband to feel guilty).

Being Mrs. Price for (nearly!) a year, I’m embracing the pink and red holiday with anticipation. Unfortunately, my enthusiasm is about as contagious to RP as my PMS. Our conversation surrounding the impending day of romance have gone as follows:

KP: “What do you want for Valentine’s, my love?”
RP: “Oh. When is that, again?”

KP: “I was thinking we could go to Mamma D’s in Newport for Valentine’s, since it’s our favorite.”
RP: “Oh. When is that, again?”

KP: “Ooooh, those truffles would be delicious to make for Valentine’s Day!”
RP: “Oh. When is that, again?”

KP: “Maybe you could leave work a bit early on Valentine’s, so we could… you know…”
RP: “Oh! When is that, again?”

At least we’re clear that, in the Price household, Cupid is holding a firm 50% accuracy rate.

Bring on the love.

And the Results Are In.

On this first day of February, it is my solemn and objective duty to report the final results of:

The Amazing Price Family Challenge: Stock Market Edition

After five grueling months of market peaks and valleys, both Prices made out pretty well, both showing overall profits on their respective 2k investments.

However.

Just one savvy investor showed the market aptitude needed to reap a hefty 15 percent gain on her investment.

Just one displayed the discretion necessary to forego the lure of cheap thrills that comes with a risky stock purchase.

Just one respected her dollar enough to keep it in the safe haven of the bottomed-out real estate industry and the steadily onward technology industry.

Just one did not invest in Bank of America.

I know, I know. You’re dying to know the winner.

ME.

Along with a cool cash prize, ME also receives spousal accolades, a good year of bragging rights, and complete control over the Price family budget.

(I instituted that last one just now).

Congratulations, Me.