yeah, that's because i failed to blog back to you.
So many things have happened since then. We should tell our readers all about what has been happening in our separate lives, even though we have not really separated our lives.
we have failed to separate our lives.
Katie, what will happen when you really move?
i don't know, it seems like i moved, but i didn't. i just have no home.
Can i write "I just have no home"?
yeah, that'll be sad.
everyone already knows all the news we have to tell, but we are still going to blog about it.
Katie, has anything life altering happened to you since Sept. 9th?
well, there was sept. 10th.
Ah, anything magical happen on that day?
yes. magical.
Great.
maybe if people don't know, we should make them guess what it was.
That never goes over very well. all of our mysteries are not really mysteries. Everyone who reads this already knows everything about us.
should we make it multiple choice, then?
All right, let's try that:
Which of these happened to Katie on September 10th, 2008?
a. I learned about being a honey farmer
b.(We should have made a, b) I visited the birthplace of America (what? Well, Alexandria claims to be the birthplace of America because some farmer back in the day found a stone that had viking writing on it from 1412 or something like that, 1312, ancient 92, whatever).
c.I got engaged
d. My boyfriend got engaged (yes, but that didn't happen to you. but it affect me.)
e.And the next day I went bass fishing (The question was "Which of these happened to Katie on September 10th, 2008?" Now our plan of having the right answer be "all of the above" is foiled. i was just giving you a time line of all that happened while we were apart. We were apart. : ( and soon we will be apart, again. and i also learned that when you are cutting the fish open, you smack it on the head with the end of the knife, so it stops wiggling.)
f. all of the above
What did you do while we were apart? Do you want to tell about that?
I suppose I should. Not so much happened because you returned shortly after you left, and I blogged to you part of the time you were away.
Rub that in my face, how i am an infurior blogger.
I cannot spell inferiour
i-n-f-e-r-i-o-r
Rub that in my face, why don't ya.
Any parting words?
we are done already?
Well, the last thing you said was "um" and then you stared off into space for a while.
i was expecting you to banter about something that would cause me to banter.
No, instead I shall include a picture of our empty apartment that is no longer our home:
