For a few months after my sister’s husband left her, Dick and I were really nice to each other. I cooked his favorite meals (or at least I cooked: not sure if they were actually favorites). He started putting Spot to bed along with her sisters. Of course he does this completely wrong, letting Spot [...]
Don’t worry. I don’t use endearments like ‘muffin’ or ‘cupcake’ for the people I live with. Though it is pretty irresistible when Susan is kind enough to inform me, while I change Spot’s diaper for the second time in 10 minutes, that We don’t eat poop. We eat corn. Or when Sally talks Susan into [...]
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