Tag Archive: best friend

Homecoming

Today is my first full day back at the University of Dayton after Thanksgiving break.  Returning to Michigan last week Tuesday was the first time I made a trip home since I’ve been… Continue reading

Stressed, Depressed, and Hot.

Okay, I’m not really depressed.  I’m not actually hot at this exact second, either, but I have been recently.  At least I am stressed, for sure. It’d be nice to say I haven’t… Continue reading

Best Buds and Random Roommates

My parents played backgammon in the kitchen at breakfast this morning.  Does anyone else play this game?  Does anyone else even know what it is?  I have gradually been formed over the years… Continue reading

Exploiting my absence of domesticity and ability to murder the use of a metaphor.

Earlier today I called my best friend* to ask her if it was okay to iron cotton.  It is.  Except I can’t iron. My best friend isn’t the type to routinely iron her… Continue reading