Some nights, you just want your large chili...
Going to the post office is like going to the dentist minus the power drills. I hate it — but it's a necessary evil. And there was no avoiding it any longer. I had to go.
Wow, it's been over a year since the Houseguest started renting a room. How time flies! In celebration, I thought I'd look back and share one of our earlier misunderstandings.
Our story to this point: When last we saw our intrepid hero (me), things were going poorly for him, and he was on his way to "meet the rest of the Crips" — though not voluntarily.
You know, I was once young and dumb (as opposed to the current old and dumb version), which led me to make a questionable decision that resulted in a very memorable car ride.
Jumping into the Way Back Machine for this post. The House Guest requested I publish an old favorite where Starbucks did it's best to kill my Christmas spirit. Enjoy!