It has been cold AF here lately. If you don’t know the meaning of AF, you’re not hip to the lingo. (The fact that I used the phrase “hip to the lingo” probably indicates that I am not hip to the lingo, either. Oh, well.) AF simply means “as f**k.” I’m sure you can fillContinue reading “Cold AFF”
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An Ill Wind Blows
When it rains, it pours. So naturally, after I was released from the hospital, I ended up catching The Cold From Hell. I could blame Tara, though it’s not really her fault. When she climbed into my hospital bed on New Year’s Eve and we started making out like a couple of lovestruck teenagers, she didn’tContinue reading “An Ill Wind Blows”
That’s Fahrenheit, Not Celsius
It was cold this morning. 23 frosty degrees. I realize in some parts of the country that might be considered downright balmy, but in the Pacific Northwest, that’s about as cold as it ever gets. I’m going on my 20th winter here, and I speak from experience: it drops into the teens occasionally, and onceContinue reading “That’s Fahrenheit, Not Celsius”
Tempting Fate With a Fork
On Monday, Tara came down with a cold. In retrospect, that’s not too surprising. Saturday, we spent several hours in a house chock full of little kids. I don’t even know how many there were. Eight? Ten? 100? It was a joint birthday party for Tara’s nephew and another kid, and turned out to beContinue reading “Tempting Fate With a Fork”
Mark Petruska 