Victory

I recently discovered that I can unwrap a star-burst in my mouth. This makes me mischievously happy. That's all.

It's a Small World After All

In a desperate effort to numb my mind to the reality that my football team just lost their spot in the playoffs to a wildcard team I thought I’d tell the funniest story of my winter vacation which really began when I was sixteen years old.

About two months after my sixteenth birthday both my best friend and I were ready to go on a date. Wearied by the complaints of expense and disappointment of dating in general we set out to prove them wrong and go out our current crushes at the time. We practiced calling said chosen boys then proceeded to do so and the planned a date around a dinner murder mystery in a box. The date was naturally a hit, and so began my enjoyment of the boxed murder dinner things. I did another in drama class in high school and two more while in college and even one here in Washington—all were fun. So when I was in a half-priced bookstore and saw one for three dollars I bought it even though it was taped shut, assuming I could replace or get along without any missing parts. I took it home, opened it up, and to my delight and surprise found I had come full circle and bought the very same box my friend and I had used on our first date almost ten years ago. There were sheets of paper with our names on it and the boy’s names circled in pink hearts. Like a lucky penny. I shall have to pick very carefully the next guy to invite to the night of murder.