And, coincidentally, my 2 year anniversary too!
They’re going to Vegas!
We do have plans for a nice restaurant. One I very much hope is doing the ‘Eat Out to Help Out’™ scheme. (No, YOU’RE trying to write an original cunnilingus joke.)
If they're not it’s gonna break the bank a bit. Due to the current situation we’re not even doing presents this year. Maybe we should try our luck with the wedding venue again? I imagine they’re not overbooked.
Chandler’s gone all out and forgotten his present on the flight to Vegas. They’re visiting Joey who, of course, is waiting for his film production to start up again. Like most people in that industry at the moment. (Also, here’s a fun fact, Joey’s pin number in this episode spells out his name. And yet he STILL can’t remember it.)
Chandler is also banning Monica from seeing Richard again, after a chance meeting. Which is VERY not cool. If you ask me she should get back at him with a terrible present.
Like another one of his awful ties.
As you can probably tell I’m feeling a lot chipper.
I’ve been doing better by focusing on all the little positives, and reading the news less. The lack of caffeine and extra exercise seems to have made a big difference too. Although I did have a cheeky Espresso™ this morning so if you see a madman dressed as a centurion on the news raving about not being as good as Richard you’ll know it’s me.
We had a big talk about everything, how my moods have been making things unpleasant, and how we both just want to enjoy this precious experience whilst it lasts. It feels like our babies already doubled in size! She’ll be riding our cat in no time.
Honestly things have been lovely since then. I’m very lucky to have someone who can point out when I’m being grumpy, I had no idea how much things were getting to me and what a slump I’d let myself fall into.
We still do the odd bit of verbal sparring, but in a fun way again, trying to keep any lockdown annoyances to a minimum. It’s nice seeing Rachel and Ross on their flight doing the same. It seems forever since we’ve seen them together.
It all spurs from Rachel enjoying a bit of alone time, naked in the flat. We’ve all been there; in the kitchen… naked, lighting a candle… naked (and carefully), running through the streets screaming… naked. Hashtag Kony2012.
Like Rachel, our baby loves being naked. I think that’s an “all babies thing”. It can be hard to differentiate between baby things and what is distinctly hers. She seems to be developing her own personality at this point. But when pressed to describe it to our Real Live Friends we realised we were just describing all babies. I suppose as long as I can pick her out of a line-up, that’s the main thing.
We, too, enjoy walking round the house… naked. Although we do wonder at what point she’ll be too old for us to do so. When is it no longer appropriate? Consensus seems to be, once they’re old enough to tell you not to. Our four year old niece has instructed her dad to put a sign on her door: “No Naked, Burping People”. I’m unclear on whether it’s no naked people and no burping people, or if you’re allowed to burp as long as you’re not naked.
You have to be careful walking around the house naked, lest you become an Ugly Naked Guy. And that’s what happens to Rachel and Ross.
Given they spied on Ugly Naked Guy for years, you’d think Rachel would realise Ross would be able to see her! Wait a minute… this means the whole time they were watching Ugly Naked Guy… HE COULD SEE THEM LOOKING AT THEM.
He KNEW. He… Knew…
Real Live Sitcom Moment:
One of the many fun things about babies, is so many minor things can go wrong, that’s it’s never what you’d expect.
For example, we’ve been sick with worry the last week, even speaking to one of my doctor friends (Doctor Phalange), after noticing our baby, much like the British electorate, has developed a preference for only looking right.
Apparently it’s nothing really to worry about, but does mean we’ve got to a put in a bit of work to encourage her to look left a bit more. So I’ve bought her a copy of Das Kapital and the Communist Manifesto.