March 1, 2008
I brought home a half-gallon of ice cream from the grocery store. The list from my wife read, “four bananas.” Period. No milk, no eggs, no ice cream. Just bananas. Normally, to me four bananas means four bananas, but I didn’t write the note. My wife wrote it and I was sure ice cream was [...]
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February 2, 2008
Let’s call her Muffy. The cat, not your girlfriend. Why Muffy? It just seems like a good name for an utterly repugnant creature. The cat, not your girlfriend. She hisses at you. She swipes at you if you try to pet her. She hops up on the coffee table to block your view of that [...]
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