Discussing how much to tip our doormen…

Eric’s mom: “I actually checked with Emily Post and it said to stay within your budget.”

Eric: “Wait, what? You went to Emily’s Posts to see how much to tip the doormen?”

Eric’s mom: “No. Emily Post, not Emily’s Posts.”

Eric: “Who’s Emily Post?”

Me: “Ummm the etiquette guru?”

(Silence) 

Me: “Wait– do you not get why my blog is named Emily’s Posts? And the tag line… ‘like Emily Post, but the exact opposite?'”

(Pause) 

Eric: “Ohhhh! No no no, I know.”

He didn’t know. 

This is definitely what people mean when they say that in the face of this new administration, we need to take action.

Sometimes I think Eric keeps pushing for an African safari for our honeymoon because a part of him kiiiiiiind of hopes I’ll be trampled by a wildebeest. (while peeing in the bush, of course)

Me: “I found a productive way to channel my Trump anxiety. While I’m running on the treadmill, I tell myself that if I make it to the 3 mile mark at full sprint, he will be impeached. Then I make it to 3.5. Win for my body, win for my mental health, win for America.”

Eric (excitedly): “Oh! I used to do the SAME THING when I was in high school! I told myself that if I could get 100 points on a Snood level, I’d get 100 on my test and wouldn’t have to study. So I’d play hours and hours of Snood trying to get the score. But then I didn’t have time to study.”