- Dysfunctional family drama. Never have I been so thankful that my sisters and I diffuse our tense squabbles with passive-aggressive sarcasm. I like that much better than whispered snark.
- Potato salad. I love potato salad like Peter Hatcher loves fruit punch. Much like Peter in Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing, I am pretty sure that if you cut me open right now my veins will be filled with mayonaisey potatoy salad. Sadly, that’s probably quite literal.
- Coon Rapids
- The stretch of 169 past 394 straight into hell.
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