thoughts on memorial day

After spending the long weekend in the mountains of New Hampshire, I have decided that if NH was a person we would totally make out. I might even let New Hampshire hold my hand and take long, romantic walks up a mountainside together. THAT IS HOW MUCH I HEART YOU NH. Why so much love for the Granite State? Mostly because my family knows better than to ask if I am "feeling ok" or to ponder out-loud if I "just finished crying" when I walk into a room. Because in spite of evidence to the contrary, my dear coworkers, I did not just finish crying - that is simply how I look sans makeup. But thanks in advance for pointing out that this "look" doesn't so much work for me. I appreciate it. Really.

Also, you're just not going to have conversations like these in NYC:

S (glancing around the room): Is it safe to say that these people are all kind of granola-y???

J (without hesitation): Uh, yeah. We call it "crunchy".

S: I bet they all brush with Tom's of Maine.

J: Definitely.