{"id":2468,"date":"2014-08-13T18:35:06","date_gmt":"2014-08-13T22:35:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/?p=2468"},"modified":"2014-08-13T18:35:06","modified_gmt":"2014-08-13T22:35:06","slug":"clean-living-the-hard-way","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/2014\/08\/clean-living-the-hard-way.html","title":{"rendered":"Clean Living the Hard Way"},"content":{"rendered":"

The kids come home this Sunday. Which means time is running out for my husband. Every night we have this conversation:<\/p>\n

Him: What do you want for dinner? I can pick something up.
\nMe: Mega Stuf Oreos.
\nHim: Indian?
\nMe: Mega Stuf Oreos.
\nHim: We could do Thai.
\nMe: I want Mega Stuf Oreos. I will settle for Double Stuf if you can’t find Mega Stuf [and yes, “Stuf” has just one “f”].
\nHim: Maybe I’ll just make us pasta.<\/p>\n

Why does he even ask me?<\/p>\n

\"IMG_6877\"<\/a>And of course, as those of you know me on Facebook, know that Adam and I had a weekend in New York. And while \"IMG_6911\"<\/a>I can assure you that all of Adam’s posts about how inebriated I was were definitely exaggerated (almost), we had a lovely time. We had a fabulous lunch at Eleven Madison Park, spent time with the Tweedle Twins, rode bikes on Governors Island, saw the Degenerate Art show<\/a> at Neue Gallerie, drank with friends, drank more with friends, drank a smidgen more with friends, and then I was forbidden from having a 2 a.m. “free conversation<\/a>” in the middle of Cooper Square*, was appeased with pierogies from Veselka, and then felt a wee bit ill the next day.<\/p>\n

As a result of my maybe<\/em> overdoing it on Saturday, I declared this a week of “clean living.” Which Adam has been throwing back in my face. From yesterday:<\/p>\n

Him: I can pick you up dinner or make you something.
\nMe: Mega Stuf Oreos?
\nHim: Clean living.
\nMe: Mega Stuf Oreos and a bar of soap?<\/p>\n

I cannot believe I haven’t yet gotten my Oreos. I’ve gone since Saturday night (well, technically Sunday morning) with no booze, no sugar, and no coffee (I haven’t given up caffeine; I’ve just switched to tea because I have less of a tendency to overdo tea like I do coffee). And you know what? I don’t feel one iota better.<\/p>\n

Bring on the damn Oreos.<\/p>\n

*And just so you don’t think that this was some oppressive move by my husband, forbidding me to speak my mind, it was actually the work of my (free speech-teaching, political science professor, baby) sister. <\/p>\n

We passed by and I said, “Oh, look, a conversation on comfy sofas in the street!” and the Tweedle Twirp said, “Oh no!” and I said, “Oh yes!” and the Free Convo person said to my sister, “She can join us!” and the Tweedle Twirp said, “No, she cannot!” and she led me away by the arm. <\/p>\n

\"pink<\/a>The next day, I texted her to ask if I had hallucinated the whole thing (as well as the “booby room” in the bar–I asked, “Did we sit in a pink booby room?” and she said, “Actually the boobies were white, the walls were pink.”), but she assured me the conversation on couches in Cooper Square at 2 a.m. were most definitely real. I said, “I cannot believe I missed out on a free convo! Do you have any idea how much I have to say?”<\/p>\n

She replied, “Yes, actually I do have some idea.”<\/p>\n

As if! Tip of the iceberg, people, tip of the iceberg. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The kids come home this Sunday. Which means time is running out for my husband. Every night we have this conversation: Him: What do you want for dinner? I can pick something up. Me: Mega Stuf Oreos. Him: Indian? Me: Mega Stuf Oreos. Him: We could do Thai. Me: I want Mega Stuf Oreos. I […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[14,39,34,46],"class_list":["post-2468","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-adam","tag-drinking","tag-new-york","tag-tweeds"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2468","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=2468"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/2468\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=2468"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=2468"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.jennyandadam.com\/Jenny\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=2468"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}