The New Apartment.

Children, we finally made it out of Carbondale. Based on the information from this blog, you may have assumed that our life in Carbondale was boring and mundane. And you'd be absolutely right. Mostly because we're regular people, not rock stars, but partly because if we were rock stars and were snorting cocaine and destroying hotel rooms every night, I wouldn't blog about it for my future children, now would I?

Anyway, we have moved on. Moved up, if you will: up the state. To Chicago. Our new apartment has the kind of classy touches that were nowhere to be found in Carbondale: a built-in cabinet for our linens and books...

walls painted something other than boring white...

and a purpose-made hook for hanging the bananas!

Alas, all this extreme luxury comes at a price: the price of living in Chicago, to put it exactly, which is higher than the price (cost?) of living in Carbondale. We knew this was part of the bargain, but it was never more clear to us than when we realized at the grocery store this weekend the whole-grain tortillas are no longer within our budget.

So this is what's for dinner kids. May the lord have mercy on our blood sugar. Ole!