Oh well: the girl who's typing is the girl whose vote counts.
So yes, we're back. We took a three-year hiatus, but that doesn't mean we're any less broke or any less single.
We will tell you just how single we are, in fact, but first we must tell you about an epic decision with which we were recently faced. (Did you like how that sentence did not end with a preposition? Oh yeah. That's what happens when two English majors write a blog post.)
Recently, we were presented with an opportunity to take the next step, to take our relationship to another level. Yes, we were faced with a big question: to roommate, or not to roommate? (Dad was wrong: that English degree was worth something.)
A friend of ours remarried his ex-wife, which left them with a bonus house. When he was explaining this to us, we immediately exclaimed, "We could rent that! You should totally rent that to us!"
And we were met with crickets.
Silence.
Nothing.
But apparently we pitched the idea well enough, as he emailed us first thing the next morning offering up the house for rent -- and then used up all of our phone storage by texting us 45 pictures of every corner.
On Monday, we toured the house. It was a nice house. It had a lot of roommate potential. And, it would accommodate our zoo. Now we had to make a very important life decision. And how does one do that?
Over cocktails. Duh.
So, we headed to dinner -- where we were going to have one glass of wine.
Three glasses of wine (and an extensive mental list of pros and cons) later, we headed over to one of our houses. And opened another bottle of wine.
At this point, we thought we should get another opinion. So naturally, we called Mom.
Us: Hey, Mom, can we put you on speaker phone? We have something we want to ask you.
Mom: Oh, sure!
Us: Okay. Mom, you're on speaker phone.
Silence.
Us: Are you there?
Mom: Are you girls gay?!
Us: Silence.
Us: Well, that'd be a lot easier.
Us: But no.
So yes. That's just how single we still are. Our parents think we're gay.
Welcome back, friends.
