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Why National Pi Day means so much to me

Breakfast of champions, really. We’re having significant leftovers for dinner. Yes, significant. Two kinds of pie–the beefy guinness-y pot pie variety, and …

Stop bright-siding me

Chest heaving, I lay on the floor, clutching a knee and half-crying. I’d just tumbled head first into a stack of plastic …

Shoulding all over myself

“Do you need to be smashed and tickled?” Mr. T asked. “Yes!” I replied without thinking, although I tried to amend with, …

Flying turkeys!

I know I’ve been home alone too long when I start to talk to the dog. It’s one of the perils of …