The Move Back to Minnesota

So, we moved to Colorado three months ago, right? And I had a hard time adjusting, because everything was new, we sold all of our stuff, etc., right?

Well, even though we are back in Minnesota, I am having a hard time adjusting to a move once again. Everything is new, I'm driving down different roads, we're living with Vern's brother, etc. (Which, by the way, I cannot believe that Vern's brother has taken us in... Here we are, a family of five, unloading ourselves on the once quiet life of this single guy and his dog. What the hell was he thinking?)

I was cutting carrots the other day, using one of Vince's sub-par knives, and I asked Vernon to unpack our knives so I could use our good ones... the ones that I am used to. But Vernon wouldn't get them because he said we didn't need another set of knives out in the kitchen, and he told me that if I wanted them I could go get them myself.

But I don't want to go get them because Vernon packed them, I don't know where they are, and it's just the principle of it all (kind of like that episode of Everybody Loves Raymond where that piece of luggage sits on the landing for over a month because neither of them think they should be the one to put it away). But it really is the principle. The principle that these knives bring me a sense of familiarity, a sense of *home*, if you will... and he doesn't recognize that and, therefore, doesn't get them for me.

So, meanwhile, I continue to cut carrots like I'm Gary Busey circa 1999 and they turn out horrible.

And you would think the no-sex thing would make Vern want to get our own place more sooner than later... but, no. It doesn't.

But... on a positive note, there was a welcome back brunch for me and it was seriously one of the best things ever. Because, get this... my friends got a GRILLED CHICKEN AND BACON STUFFED PIZZA FROM PAPA MURPHY'S in honor of my return! Isn't that the best? You can't really ask for better friends than that. You really can't.