The Nymph and I spend so much time on the phone that her flat rate unlimited minutes long distance calling plan “accidentally” turned her service off (until she complained) for using too many minutes. I am not making this up.

Much of this conversation is fairly prosaic talk about the daily fabric of our lives, and yet we both treasure it highly. I haven’t been sure quite why, and I haven’t questioned it, I’ve just enjoyed it. I should have asked Halley, who knows the value of “Talking About Simple Stuff“:

I was talking with someone today about how much you need someone in your life to just talk to about all the simple stuff that happens during your day. There’s really something satisfying and necessary about the “Honey, I’m home,” conversations couples take for granted at the end of the day.