Dan got this fry in the basket of fries (actually, “hot chips,” according to the menu) today at lunch. We broke it in half, like a best friend charm, and each ate one part of it.

Though I like to think of myself as a grumpy old curmudgeon, bored silly by life’s constant disappointments, the truth is that I have a deep well of earnestness running through my core, deep enough to sometimes leave me flattened by something as simple as my cat’s little head bumping against my leg while I’m [...]

Yesterday I told Dan’s sister that I was considering throwing myself off the roof of the house. She didn’t look startled at all–perhaps she’s already figured out my melodramatic melancholy tendencies–and replied that I’d probably just fall in a mud puddle, which is true, because for the last week, it has been raining, sleeting, snowing–all [...]