Like a Fine Wine

This is going to be short, so don't put down your coffee (or martini) to get settled in or anything. We are getting adjusted to being actual working people again (as opposed to the researcher type who saunters in when they please), but I wanted to write a quick note to you to say that all is well and we are beyond happy, as well as to grace you with these two quotes of late:

The first is from my father-in-law, who visited yesterday for our Father's Day Cookout/First Party in the New House. He and I were discussing Colin's hair, which, if I haven't told you lately, is really something to write home about. It has gotten crazy curly and is a light brown, exactly like mine. F-i-L and I had this exchange:

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F-I-L
So when will Colin's hair darken?

KATIE
Well it may not. You remember that he was born with a full head of thick, black hair. Now he has thin, light, curly hair. It is just like mine.

F-I-L
Is that what your hair looks like?

KATIE
(slight pause)

Yes...

F-I-L
Hm. Well when will Colin's hair start to look like Patrick's again? It was better that way.

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And, again, let me present my humiliation for your reading pleasure. This conversation happened today between me and the classmate rotating with me for this week. We were chatting while waiting for our residents.

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CLASSMATE
So how long have you been married?

KATIE
Four years, but we've been together ten and a half.

CLASSMATE
Wow! You must have been childhood sweethearts, then.

KATIE
Ha! Not exactly. We started dating when I was in college.

CLASSMATE
Uh...

KATIE
I was 18.

CLASSMATE
(doing very hard math in her head)

Wait...

(pause)

So you're twenty-eight?

KATIE
Yep! I'll be 29 in a few weeks.

CLASSMATE
Holy cow!

(pause)

You've really aged well!

Bada bing!