It constantly amazes me that three people can go through so many spoons in such a short period of time.
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Is it “spikey” or “spiky”? Spellcheck recognizes the latter, but it doesn’t look right to me.
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Turns out, my wife was actually making a smoothie, but with strawberries rather than pineapple. Which brings up a possibly greater issue: why do I think strawberries smell like pineapple?
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Seriously, those things are too damn good.
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I have a shirt that I’ve been wearing for about five years now. It’s one of my favorites, obviously. Sadly, it has a hole along the waistband where it’s rubbed against the seatbelt buckle in the car for years. Worn clean through. It’s probably time I retire the thing, but I have a hard time letting go.
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Probably mostly true story. Granted, she didn’t tell me the girl I apparently ditched her for had herpes at the time. Oh, no, she waited until after we got married.
Not that it mattered much, since whoever that girl was, she ignored me and I don’t even remember her name now.
Also, I’m not good with subtext. It just becomes text with me, apparently.
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Truth.
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My wife asks me to play video games at least twice a week, and she takes a nap every time I do. I think she’s doing it in purpose.
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Seriously, Thanksgiving Break screwed up my sleep schedule completely. I’m so tired when I get home in the afternoon, I end up taking a nap on the couch, which causes me to have trouble sleeping at night. Which in turn makes me tired the next day, so I end up taking a nap on the couch when I get home from work. And so on.
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