I have a few tell-tale signs of a full moon rising that are based solely on my behaviour, thus, I’d like to apologize to my beloved Carpenter for the volatile week.
WriteOut of Her Mind
Spectacle
Four-eyes. Remember when that was the kind of insult that burned?
Thirty-two
With Valentine’s Day upon us, I am reminded that I really don’t enjoy this romantic pseudo-holiday tradition, despite being very much in love with my spouse, the Carpenter.
Spectator Sport
I am so excited for this weekend I’m not sure how I’ll get through the next few days with any focus, except that of wishing time would fly faster, because this coming weekend promises several rough spectator sports, like watching the Carpenter sit through the Super Bowl.
Essence
Rejection is a part of life that, in my experience, can make you or break you. It’s your choice.
Victory
The best defence is a good offence, they say, so this is my defence for why I placed third-last in my inaugural NFL Pool contest: I had no idea what I was doing.
Rush
Don’t rush to judgement on this, but every night since Christmas I’ve gone to bed with Geddy Lee, the lead singer of Canadian rock band Rush.
Cold
I began writing this column from my bed a week ago, propped up with pillows, tucked between my flannel polar bear sheets and my duvet.
Monday
Monday mornings are sacred to me, much like Sundays are for most.
2024
No, I didn’t get a Toyota 4Runner. Yes, I’m angry about it. Sure, I’ll get over it, eventually.
Merry
Oh my goodness, we’re getting close now. Christmas is right over there. I can feel it.
Stockings
The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that I took care of the contents of my own stocking, because the Carpenter wouldn’t dare (it still rhymes).
Christmas Brake
Hey Santa, I thought you and I had something special.
Mixed Nuts
There are two things I will experience every Christmas season without fail: mixed nuts and mixed emotions.
Crown
It’s fair to say that when it comes to communication by text (or any other form of written conversation, or like, conversation in general), my spouse, the Carpenter, is monosyllabic.