Readers, why the universe looks at my life and decides I should be its longest running joke is beyond me. At some point, you would think it would grow tired of turning my existence into a nearly 40 year sitcom. Surely there are other people available. Surely someone else can be assigned the unnecessarily complicated errands and minor inconveniences that…
The Birthday Committee, the Balloon Crisis, and the $25 Hostage Situation
I tried to kill two birds with one stone and somehow ended up eating a Frosty inside Wendy’s at 8:30 p.m.
