Appalachia Year

Nick grows a beard for my birthday every year; here he is in my room in beardy times past.

For a while, the "long distance thing" was pretty manageable. I get to indulge in all my embarrassing secret behaviors (consuming spoonfuls of condiments for snacks, watching Jon and Kate Plus 8, white cotton briefs) without having to hear about it, and then when Nick and I see each other, vacation! We go out for brunch and watch documentaries and go record shopping! It's an okay arrangement.

A couple of weeks ago, the whole living 80 miles apart thing became fundamentally very stupid. It's unnatural, it's exhausting, it's..stupid.

So sometimes, in the face of such stupidity, one must spontaneously drive to Columbus to hang out with one's boyfriend and his beard.