When I was a kid, we had a black cat who was originally named Butterball, and then Rascal, and finally Fat Boy, which is the…
90% of the posts I compose in my head begin with some variation on the following: “The thing about ____ is ____.”
You know how when you break up with someone you’ve been seeing for a long time and start your inevitable rebound relationship, you go through…
I chickened out on any kind of fix-it plan for the pants. In fact, I called my mother and begged her to come over on…