January 25, 2012 @ 9:20 pm | Filed under: Assorted and Sundry
Me, at the end of a discussion: “Well, that’s what you get for marrying an optimist.”
Him, eyebrow arched: “That was inevitable, wasn’t it? I mean, only an optimist would have married me.”
Ode to a Letter Opener
2015: Year of Paper
I know, right?
I prefer to think of it as late, LATE October
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