I made a pie.
It was good.
I ate a little too much of it.
I complained about eating a little too much of it.
I bought a pastry blender.
(The sole function of which is to aid in making pie crusts.)
Andy asked, “I thought you didn’t want to eat any more pie?”
Sigh.
Funny how this boy I married just doesn’t understand me.
Andy adores Sigur Ros. No idea who or what that is? Don’t worry, I didn’t either before I met the boy. In case you haven’t noticed, their music is extremely lacking in the “words” category. (Get a sampling of their style on youtube to see what I mean.) Well, to be fair, there probably are words. But they’re Finlandian words. And that’s no good to my American ears. Not to mention there’s a good chance the words just sound Finnish and are made-up altogether. I don’t think I should have to learn a foreign language AND a nonsense language to be able to appreciate a band (plus I think they sound kind of high-pitched and whiney). Of course, Andy didn’t learn either of those things – he just likes how they sound. Words shmerds!
I, on the other hand, love pretty much everything I’ve ever heard from Iron & Wine. Yes, the melodies are lovely, but the genius behind the music is all about the words. I can’t get enough of the poetic nature of the songs; I love unraveling the lyrics and contemplating the meaning. So – who’d have guessed it? – Andy thinks it’s boring.
Another line drawn in the sand at the Biery household. (This is metaphorical sand, mind you – living room sand castles would be fun to build, not so much fun to vacuum.)
