I just made up a word because nothing else could describe that quiet, staticy sound of our wonderfully boring lives

After weddings and work and blah weekends, we finally got to do nothing. No-th-ing-k.

And it was wonderful. We went on a walk. We got a second round of "oops, we haven't done this in a while" groceries. We slept in and watched a movie and played a game.

We are incredibly married and boring. Moring. I think I will coin that term here.

Whereas next weekend we will be practicing our dragon boating, and the next I have an aunt, uncle and their three toddlers coming over for a day or two. Then it's the real dragon boat race. Ahh. Yes.

But today, we're moring. Moring.