The squash incident.

Last Thursday night I texted Brian before I got off work: Me: I’m hungry. Brian:…

The Girl Scout Cookie Incident.

Most of the “incidents” that occur in this household cast Brian as the main offender.…

For three miserable weeks, Brian held on to the hope that his dreads could be…

If I was a superhero, I would have burst into flame and starting swirling around…

For two years my husband grew out his hair. He was compared to Jesus more…

I love my husband.