We have a park too.

Listen, Manhattan, we have a park too. It's called Prospect Park and it was designed by the same guys who designed your precious Central Park. It's like her little brother . . . her hipster little brother.

Conjunction Junction...What's your function?

Freaking out Karen and Erik and maybe spitting out sparks.
(This is outside our back door. The white wire is our new internet connection. The technician did not seem alarmed.)

Fancy cookin'

First dinner in the new apartment. Karen made paella. It was delicious.

Lunch Break: Karen

Karen has a secret lunch spot too. It's called her desk.

Karen loves the laundromat

This is in no way sarcastic. Karen thinks it's a model of efficiency. Erik thinks that hat does a good job of hiding the lobotomy scars.

Bottle Shock: Part 1

While consulting her shopping list in Trader Joe's, Karen is perplexed. It looks like a Trader Joe's, it smells like a Trader Joe's, yet the Two-Buck Chuck* is nowhere to be found. We believe it has something to do with these so-called "liquor licenses" nevertheless we are not amused.

* Rumor has it that it's Three-Buck Chuck outside of California.

Erik has regrets

Erik swears he went through his books in California and sold what MUST have been hundreds to Powell's. Yet he wonders where the hell all these books came from.

Subway Philosophy: Part 1

Do you ever read a New Yorker cartoon and wonder if it only makes sense to people in New York? We live here now and, trust us, some things still just don't make any sense.

Lunch Break: Erik

I'm sure you all have a great secret lunch spot near your work. A great little place, somewhere out of the way that only a few people know about. So does Erik. It's called Central Park. (Shhhh . . .  don't tell anyone. We'd hate to see this place full of tourists.)

Déjà vu

We get the feeling we've been here before . . . only it was warmer . . . there were palm trees . . . and definitely a lot more plastic surgery.