It's Official

My UPS delivery person doesn't know how to ring my doorbell.  As a result, my Slum Castle mailbox is often plastered with 'We Missed You' notifications and today was one of those special days.  Because I didn't want to risk having the delivery person miss me ad infinitum, I decided to take matters into my own hands and pick-up my package from the UPS delivery center.  Dear reader, never ever ever attempt to do this if you can avoid it.  It took me a solid hour in a line of mouth-breathers to get the package in my hands.  But in the end it was worth it and I'm proud to announce that this passport now holds a visa which will allow me permanent entry into the UK. 

You guys, it's really happening!  I am moving to England.  Eeeeeeeeeeek!

And sometime in the next month, I promise to write a little guide about the visa application process.  It's not difficult, per ce, but it certainly is frustrating and I have some tips to help you efficiently and quickly get your application finished and on its way to the NYC approval center. 

Cheerio!  (ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!)

@ Posto

On nights when David and I are tired and want a simple bite to eat and a glass of wine but don't want to prepare anything ourselves, we head to Posto.  The food is delicious (and fast) and the atmosphere is relaxed without being too comfortable (you'll probably never see someone hanging out at the bar  for hours, getting wasted).  Posto is a place we love to bring friends for a quiet meal, a place to slip in-and-out of on a week night, and the place where David and I got engaged (I think the date was November 14th..?).  To us, it's much more than a fabulous pizzeria with a good wine selection, it's the bosom we want to snuggle into after a long, difficult day and the arms we want to hold us as it whispers in our ear, everything is going to be okay.  

 P.S. Their chili oil is ahhhhhmazing.  Not as ahhhhhhhhhmazing as mine, but pretty damn close.

Goodbye Worldly Possessions

I'm selling stuff on Craigslist for the first time ever and even though I blew my mom off on the phone when she told me to be careful with the people I deal with, I'm still convinced that the next buyer is actually going to be a Craigslist killer.  This is exacerbated by the fact that everyone who has contacted me has a totally ludicrous email address, fails to grasp any understanding of email composition or grammar, and doesn't seem to have a name.  Like, who are these people trolling CL for old guitars and filing cabinets anyway?  But don't worry, mom, I'm making David answer the door.

Anyone have any awesome or weird Craigslist stories?  I think it's fascinating that people want to buy my old stuff... fascinating, but also really awesome. 

Easter, Passover, Anime

Happy Easter Weekend, one and all!  Remember that this weekend isn't just about drinking mimosas and wearing pastels, it's also about Jesus.  And, if you're into anime, it's about the Anime Convention, too- don't say you weren't warned, Boston..

And happy Passover to all my Jewish friends!  xoxo

This Counts as my Tuesday Post

1. David's sons usually take pictures that are far more interesting than mine. 
2.  When David is away on business, as he is currently, I often spend my time at home watching movies that we've put off watching.  Tonight, I watched The Fighter.  You guys, that movie is exactly why I feel okay about  moving out of Massachusetts.  That and the fact that I can never spell Massachusetts right on the first try (or the second).
3. The Redcoat returns tomorrow.  I can't even tell you how tired I am of snuggling with Le Chat.  

Urban Survival

I'm currently playing a game of Urban Survival* and was forced to create this adorable toast torte with local honey and fresh blueberries for breakfast yesterday (I know, woe is me).  I usually eat a banana with oats and almond milk, but David bought whack-a-doodle things at the grocery store this week and I'm having to actually cook to feed myself most meals.   It's amazing how much deliciousness you can whip up in a kitchen when you push yourself to try things outside your normal food routine (for me that means turning on the stove).  So here I am, being domestic and making lots of delicious things, but none as beautiful as my toast torte. 

*Urban Survival is a game I invented in college when I got snowed-in right before I was supposed to fly home for Christmas.  If you remember back to college, you will probably recall the painstaking process of getting rid of all your perishable food before you and your roommates went away for winter vacation.  Our apartment's refrigerator was essentially bare and I spent three days living off whatever bizarre food was laying around my little Beacon Hill kitchen.   I drank a lot of gin in those three days and ate an astounding number of expired Pop Tarts and stale Halloween candy.  But I survived, and that's what's important.