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Pointing the finger. No, the other finger

I was perusing the gossip magazines while going through the grocery queue, the ones you only read when you’re stuck in line (and at the hairdressers). You feel really guilty about it too, because you know you’ve actually killed a few brain cells digesting the news of...

Pencil it in

“I need more humour in my life,” my girlfriend stated with a sigh. She expressed what we all, at times, feel: a good laugh is needed, but seems hard to come by. We decided to take decisive action; share silly internet links, go and watch live comedy, send random texts...

Typing 101

As I sit here, plunking away at the keys, I wish I could go back in time and change things. Actually one very small thing, because as we all know, you change your past too much the future ”you” gets really screwed up…but, a small thing wouldn’t be too bad, would it?...

And…its done.

Your heart sinks when you get the call. “Hello, Erin? Yes, this is the school calling. We have your son here, he is fine. His teeth, however….” And the rest is a bit of a blur, as I think the worst. I think hockey teeth. I think of his lovely (ADULT, OH NO) buckteeth...