MeSoFun Blog

Summer's almost here! The Wife and I had no idea what we were doing when we got married. Not necessarily in regard to marriage, but certainly in many other respects. I was a journalist and I worked out a lot. Those were my defining characteristics. I hoped to someday, maybe, live closer to my family in Florida and maybe work at a big paper. These are the dreams of 28-year-olds who live 2,500 miles away from their families. The Wife didn't have a job when she moved to Utah. She worked at a naturopathic doctor's office in Duluth, but they were hesitant to open an office in Salt Lake City. She was going to take some time to figure that out. If you're miserably busy with jobs and kids and commitments, taking a few months to watch Netflix probably sounds delightful. TW was fairly miserable after about two weeks of that. Marriage, it turns out, does not make your life better. Your life is not a RomCom starring Mila Kunis and Justin Timberlake. It turns out, even after an amaz...

Every day is a beach day for TW now that she's married! The Wife abhors a pure happy ending. You know the kind. It's the movies where everything ties up nicely with a little bow on it at the end of a love story (preferably starring Hugh Grant). "Life isn't like that," she grumbles. "They make it seem like life is just perfect after they get together. I bet the first time they have sex is terrible!" I have strong feelings about restaurants and beers; The Wife has strong feelings about movie endings. We are a petty bunch. As a result of a blog series I wrote a few years ago, perhaps you remember , she has prodded me to write a second series about what happened after the romance died when we had dirty toilets. Well, we have a dirty toilet, so this seems like an appropriate time for an update. We were married on a fantastic day in June of 2005. The sun alone was spectacular because there were almost no clouds. It wasn't humid. Temperatures were in the up...