This is the kind of story you write when you wake up at 5:20 a.m. and get up to make your husband's lunch because you were too tired the night before and you can't get back to sleep. I'm not normally this good but the cowboy offered to use his frequent flier miles to buy me an airline ticket to San Diego. You're being awfully nice to me, I ask him, are you having an affair?
"Somebody once told me the world was macaroni
so I ate a bite of a tre-e-e-e.
It tasted kinda funny