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I see a gal reading, but not on her phone! She’s got a book. I didn’t know they made those anymore. She looks a bit like my oldest daughter – Francine or Francis or something like that…

So we always had this special connection. She calls me her “big little man” and lights up whenever she sees me. When I cuddle with her, I can easily forget my wife’s simmering resentment...

Cans on the bottom, it’s about time. But all in one bag? You’re lifting the bag and gauging its heft, and of course it weighs more than the tombstone I’m currently googling...

The chicken was dry and Sam kept wanting to hand-feed me her asparagus. She looked at me in horror when I slapped her fork away. “Babe, is it true that you woke up on the wrong side of the bed?”, she whispered...

I’ve been best friends with Dylan forever, but it wasn’t until his grandpa died that I realized how hot his grandmother is. And I know she’s 87, but nowadays they say age doesn’t matter...

My dinner dishes from last night are still in the sink. I wash them without any water. Or dishcloth. I try to pick the burnt grease off with my nail, but I have to spit on the plate to loosen it...