Childhood

Well, looking back on my childhood, we had some rules that I'm sure were completely normal to us, but would be seen as a little strange to someone else. And some of them were probably normal, like: eat everything on your plate, chores done before 5:00 p.m., no boys in the house, simple stuff.

Like I was no longer his wife of several years, but a literal stranger that had been implanted into my body by aliens from deep space.

I'm glad my family didn't have whatever a turkey knife is.

And when he drove for Butternut Bread, we'd get little treats like brownies and Honey Buns around the house.

You'll have to think back quite a way for this one.

We don't need all these forks and spoons after all, right? Just chuck half of them into the garbage! Done, problem solved.

I cannot think of anything in this world that smells like Play-Doh.

I've recently changed my "hey you got an email noise" and Husbando cannot get over how weird he thinks it is.

When I heard that Rush's Neil Peart had died I immediately felt sad. I knew one of rock's greatest drummers had been silenced forever.

See, back then, you had cameras that were not phones.