Today we tried to figure out where to put James’s newly acquired mountain bike, and confronted again that age old truth–no matter how much space a place has when you move into it, you will expand to fill it in no time flat. It horrifies me that two people need a three bedroom place, but…well, I suppose if you consider that I have a home office/studio, it’s not so bad.

James: “This would be no problem at all if we had a loft.”

Ursula: “You have a real thing for the loft idea. I dunno.”

James: “It’d be perfect! The next time we move, let’s get a loft.”

Ursula: “I have a lot of books we’d have to put somewhere.”

James: “We’ll build you a temple of books! With cinderblocks and crates!”

Ursula: “I had kinda been hoping that I’d left the cinderblock-and-board furniture period of my existence behind forever.”

James: “Never! We’ll get cinderblocks and two by fours, and wear bathrobes, and live like hippie kings in a loft built for two.”

Ursula: “….”

James: “The cat can come too.”

Ursula: “….that was either really romantic or desperately stupid, and you know, I’m not sure which.”