Which means more money for the newlyweds, no more cabin fever for Bren, and wearing pretty clothes every day.
It also means no more afternoons drinking wine and reading trashy books, no more having all day to plan what's for dinner, and not nearly as much time for blogging. Because by the time we are both home, eat dinner, and clean up, it's almost time for bed.
Life just got a whole lot different. But hasn't that been the theme for the past few months around here? If anything, it's finally time to settle into a routine. Wake up at six, enjoy coffee and cereal together before heading off for work, coming home and cooking dinner together, and unwinding with a beer and some Planes, Trains, and Automobiles.
In other news, I have a feeling the crock pot will become a good friend of ours. I always anticipated that I wouldn't feel like cooking after working all day. Heck, a lot of the time I didn't feel like cooking after a very strenuous day of What Not to Wear reruns. But tonight, needing to use up the vegetables in our refrigerator--specifically, zucchini and eggplant--I had a stroke of genius. What if I sauteed that stuff with tomato sauce and threw it on pasta? Yes, very original. I googled "recipes with eggplant and zucchini" and it turns out that it's a spitting image of ratatouille. Kind of. It's like I came up with it.
Ian whipped up a salad, and we both agreed that it was probably the most colorful meal ever.