Happiness. It's relative.
“If I was a big tall guy, would I be a looming, space-taking, oblivious asshole or would I be nice?” I asked the question of no one in particular but my husband was within earshot. “Oh, you’d be nice.” I had just crumpled my… Continue Reading “Lipstick Touchers”
I once had a brother-in-law who played for the Chicago Bears. The Bears were in the Super Bowl and it was amazing and wonderful even though we are serious Packer fans, oh wait, live in Packer nation and have his and her Green Bay… Continue Reading “In Honor of the Super Bowl”
So what would you do for love? Walk across the country? Swim the English Channel? Sit on a metal bench at Lambeau Field with 80,000 football zealots in -30 wind chill? For four hours while the sun went down and the wind kicked up… Continue Reading “The Frosty Limits of Love”
Unless I was protesting some great injustice, someone would have to ask me to sit down only once and I would do it. Today at the Packers game, a Panthers fan sitting next to me stood up to watch every single play – when… Continue Reading “Go Figure”
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