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CHRONIC ILLNESS LIFE
The McPizza, Having to Cut Your Own Toenails, Vermont Beef Sticks, and Chess Camp
My Tweets from bed
Why does my wife think it’s acceptable to have three containers of cream cheese in the refrigerator at one time? Who’s eating that much cream cheese? I barely eat cream cheese, and my kids are young, so they eat like birds. Is there a cream cheese party going on in my house that I don’t know about?
The thing about pizza is that it’ll never go out of style. Unless someone invents something called “The McPizza,” a half-cheeseburger, half-pizza pie, or something. If societies shift toward The McPizza, then it’ll be a tough road for all the standard pizza chains.
Twenty years ago, if someone said “all of my followers,” they’d be committed to the psych ward. Today, when it’s said, people celebrate it.
I was told I have a magnetic personality. Granted, this was said by a large, talking robotic magnet that had me pinned against a wall.
In the past ten years, I’ve not had a lot of experience with customer service on the phone. Some, but very little compared to most. So imagine my surprise when I was just trying to get a simple answer to something, and it turned into a twenty-minute highlight reel of “How are you today?” “I…
