Feety Pajamas

It’s 11pm on a work night and there is a little girl playing harmonica in the grocery store. As I am examining the avocados the child triumphantly stomps up and down in her feety pajamas playing her music with Mozart-esque enthusiasm. I have a coupon for forty cents...

What it Really Means to Be Smart

Sometimes I like to congratulate myself on how intelligent I am because I understand (a little bit) about astrophysics and I don’t have to pay anyone to change the oil in my car but I’m rarely as happy as Duke is when he finishes a refreshing drink out of the toilet...