The spring in my proverbial step has gone in for servicing, and has come out looking 10 years younger. And I’m not kidding, either: Before–Hello, halfway houses of America; meet your newest druggie! After–Even in dim lighting and using a … Continue reading
Poor Kyle got to sleep in. I had my errands to run. And when we got back together, we had a cookout. One day, over a year ago, I stood next to Poor Kyle on the back deck of his … Continue reading
Hi. I’m Chair. I’m old, but you can’t call me “Old Chair”–I’ve been called that too often throughout my life. People have called me “Old Chair,” “Ugly Blue Chair,” and even “Worthless Piece of Garbage Chair,” but my new owner … Continue reading
Oh boy, am I ever in a good mood today! Look at what the forecast is**: Can’t see? I’ll zoom in on it: See that, there at the end, under the bright yellow sun under the word “SUN?” Seventy-one degrees! … Continue reading
I live in Canada. Up here, pretty much everyone who has a house also has a basement. Basements are more rare in Arizona. In fact, growing up, I always dreamed of living in a house with stairs. That was my … Continue reading
Poor Kyle met me in October of 2005. Two years later we fancied ourselves marrying types. A recap, in photos: We got married on a Saturday in October, along with a million other couples in the Mesa, Arizona LDS temple. … Continue reading
Here in Arizona, we don’t have many bragging rights. It’s hot, to be sure. But really, is that something to be proud of? We mostly just brag about the heat so outsiders will think we’re tough for being able to … Continue reading