One case of conjunctivitis, two Belgian waffles, three states, four stuffy noses, five chocolate milks, six “Are they all yours?” queries, seven pieces of salt water taffy, eight choruses of Big Rock Candy Mountain, nine bridges, and I literally just fell asleep while trying to think of ten, so it’s time to quit thinking and go to sleep.
So, Um, How’re Those Closets Coming?
Goodbye, Almost Heaven–Hello, West Virginia
The Complimentary Breakfast Buffet May Be Man’s Finest Achievement
Actually, It’s the Cauliflower You Have to Watch Out For, the Way They’re Always Darting into the Road
So Much to Write About