Pleasantry

Despite the fact that Duke won the championship last night (GROSS) in a game that was painfully, heartbreakingly close (ARGH that half-court shot, it was SO BEAUTIFUL and SO CLOSE), I'm feeling satisfied these days. Just... generally pleased with things, my life.

Even though a lot is in flux right now with Torsten's new company, our tight budget, knowing we want to have a baby soon, and so on, I feel good about where we are now. Looking forward to where we will be, sure, but waking up feeling peaceful and happy and going to bed the same way. And the time in between waking up and going back to sleep is pretty nice too.

Maybe it's the weather? And work is going well, and I love being able to spend so much time outside, and I feel healthy and cheerful, and my sister is happily married and had a great honeymoon, and Torsten's company is progressing nicely, and Montana never ceases to be adorable, and I love our house.

(Even though, as an aside, about the house, I think we are in that reality-hits phase where it suddenly feels like the house is crumbling around us. A pipe below the bathtub is leaking, and when we run the sink we hear a suspicious dripping sound in the basement ceiling which we are hoping and praying is within a pipe--and yes, we have called a plumber about both of these issues--and a piece of siding on the house came loose in the wind, and then yesterday the dishwasher made some strange noises? But now seems to be back to normal? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let it be back to normal.)

Oh and also, I signed up for The Knot when I was engaged, and then after our wedding I automatically got subscribed to their married-people newsletter, The Nest. And I never read it, ever, even once, but yesterday I got an email with the subject line, "Is Your Guy Masturbating Too Much?"

I consider myself to be a relatively frank and open person, but I was grossed out by that. I mean, really, I'm all for honest talk of potential marital problems--and I assume that they wouldn't be writing about this issue if it weren't a marital problem for some--but there has to be a more tasteful subject line. There must be a less tacky way of presenting the issue.

And also, the teaser text in the newsletter itself grossed me out. It was along the lines of, "You might not have been worrying about how often your husband masturbates. But MAYBE YOU SHOULD." Like, we know that you as wives have Lists of Grievances, and they might be getting too short, so here is something frivolous to put on your list and start complaining to your husband about.

Plus, the story below the masturbation story was about healthy recipes for Easter brunch. This newsletter showed up in my inbox YESTERDAY, the day AFTER Easter. I'm just saying.

But! On the plus side! The ridiculousness of this email was the reminder push I needed to finally unsubscribe from that damn newsletter.

Huh. Maybe THAT'S why I'm feeling so happy now.