I've been trying to come up with the perfect blog post to show you what a perfect life it is here in Berkeley, California. Because as you know, I now live in Berkeley, California.
Of course, no blog post can be perfect and no life can be perfect.
But life can be really good, and that's how it is right now.
Jeff and I settled in easily - so far, we've had no battles over the brand of toilet paper we'll use or the color of our throw pillows.
Last week, I got my hair chopped off and when I unveiled it, I asked, "Don't you think it makes me look older?"
He looked uncertain. Then he mumbled a lot.
"It's so great!" I interrupted, as I tend to do. "I was mistaken for a 16 year old last year. I think it'll be good for interviews!"
Suddenly, he looked relieved. "No, it definitely does make you look older. I just had no idea if that was a good thing or a bad thing."
That's a smart, cautious man, no?
Here's the new hair:
P.S. Thanks to Lee for strong-arming me into blogging again. You are one persuasive lady.