Upsurd Updates: July Edition

Not worthy of posts in and of themselves, I thought I'd regale you with the recent inconsequential happenings at the Price household:

#1:

RP and I are in escrow on an apartment building right now. Good news: all the apartments dwarf our current one, and the building is seven houses from the San Clemente sand.

Bad news: it’s a short sale and I’ve been hearing “We should hear something definite early next week” since early February.

Due to the fact that I’m about to go all Sylvia Plath and stick my head in our (very old and very small and very dirty) oven, RP went about “improving” our standard of living last weekend, by hiring a maid and then deciding that “we” should go through “our” things to de-junk.

Interpretation:  He’ll open all of my boxes so we can decide which of my life’s possessions are worth keeping. Which, apparently, is about 20 percent of them.

KP: “But those are Theory!”

RP: “So they go in the “sell” pile and not the “giveaway” pile?”

The maid thing rocks though.

#2:

The bunny-moon is over. RP is constantly at odds with our long-eared friend. And now that she’s shedding, she’s just added dander to injury. We frequently have the following conversation:

RP: “That’s it. I’m done with this rabbit!”

KP: “What happened now?”

RP: “She ran away from me. I was just trying to pet her. She’s just a bad rabbit.”

KP: “No, she’s a bad dog. She’s a perfectly normal rabbit.”

RP: “We’re done.”

#3

I am ashamed to say that on top of working a full-time job, working out, and keeping up my—ahem—household, I have also managed in the past six weeks to read 3,000 pages of (wait for it) fantasy fiction. I’m completely obsessed with Game of Thrones, which, much to RP’s dismay makes me act strangely here and there: like waking from nightmares wherein I am being attacked by the white walkers, or referring to him as “blood of my blood” and “my sun and stars.” Not to mention that I get bummed out whenever a character dies, which happens to be every chapter or so. Thanks George RR Martin, you’ve taught me that it is true folly to care for anyone.

#4

As I’ve entered the home stretch to my 30^th birthday, RP is getting slightly worried about my biological clock. This Sunday we had the following conversation:

KP: “What boy names do you like?”

RP: “Oh no.”

KP: “What? We’re just talking about kids.”

RP: “I know. But it’s Sunday. Usually after we teach primary you stop wanting children for at least a few days. This is more serious than I thought.”

#5

After being labeled as loco by most of our family, RP and I are still planning on spending Christmas at Everest basecamp. One small hiccup was me learning about the flight we have to take to and from Lukla, Nepal (for some fun, go ahead and google “Lukla airport"). Oh, and the fact that apparently no one showers for 14 days while on the trek. And I thought Alaska tested our marital vows…