A conversation recently with my beloved:

“I’m just leaving from lunch with Rabbi Sandy, and I’m calling so you can talk me down.”

“Talk you down?”

“Yes. There is a Container Store here. You have to get me through this.”

“Ohhhh man. Back AWAY from the Container Store. We so do not have the money for you to be anywhere near it.”

“I know, but it’s just so… container-y! So many little things to put… things in! It’s like instant organization at my fingertips. Like, somehow if I go in there and spend enough money, I’ll come out a J!”

“I am telling Regina that.”

“You are not.”

“Oh, but I am. And she will laugh. Also, back AWAYYYY from the Container Store.”

“I’m driving away now, thank you very much.”

“Good girl.”