34 has been jet setting all over New York for the past three weekends–"the Hamps," upsate in lovely Ancram (where I kept thinking, "Maaaan, I could so live in the country... I really could grow vegetables and eat creamery ice cream and hit up crafts fairs and read books in fields and go for runs through forests and deer and never look back to city fanciness, I could, I could!), and this weekend in Sea Gate. So that's the excuse for hardly ever posting. Here are some things we've done: I've been way excited about The Devil Wears Prada for a while now, and kept asking Jeff, "So you don't want to see it, right," kinda hoping he'd say yes. He didn't. But then Sarah suggested it as our Friday night activity when we arrived upstate. Hooray! 2 to 1, we win! It was what I expected: delicious movie candy. Meryl Streep blah blah is as good as everyone and their mother has been saying, and I think I have a girlcrush on Anne Hathaway. The plot and ...