now that we have been married forever and are the best of experts at it, we have decided to use the knowledge we have acquired about each other during these years for good rather than evil--
at the beginning of the year we decided that we were old and fat and that we could only modify one side of that equation, so we started a weight loss contest. This involved, for me, eating like a normal person, which is the equivalent of a diet for me; and for both of us, better exercise routines.
All of which we had tried before, so it was time to raise the stakes.
I hate tomatoes. I have tried to love them, and I recognize that many other people in the world love them, but to me they taste like death and destruction and ruin. commutergirl, on the other hand, hates hills. She doesn't go east of 13th if she can help it. There are parts of this state she will probably never visit, and a certain temple we will probably never visit again.
So, obviously, if I didn't make my goal, I would have to eat a tomato pie
and commutergirl would have to take the 11 all the way to the top of the Avenues.
But neither of us met our goal. Does that mean we have to do those things now?
We'll wait until after the anniversary.