Why Ru Paul’s Drag Race is Good for our Home
Every March, our house becomes nearly spotless. If you think this is the work of spring cleaning, you’re wrong.
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Every March, our house becomes nearly spotless. If you think this is the work of spring cleaning, you’re wrong.
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I walked past our hoard of Japanese Kit Kats this week and noticed, according to the dates, that some had “expired” in January. I knew we had to eat them soon, in order to get the best results. So, on Friday, February 12th, we had The Tastening, in which Leslie and I sampled nine flavors and crowned a champion.
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There comes a time in everyone’s life where they have to make a decision: Santa, or Banana?
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Historically, I had the tendency to fall asleep after Leslie, and wake up before her. Sometimes, I wanted to start our day early—and for college Leslie, early was any time before noon. So, instead of nagging her awake, I would pick up our pet rats, put them in bed with her, and sing a song while our rodent friends worked their way under the covers, clinging to Leslie’s body for warmth:
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As the prevalence of birthday cake flavored foodstuffs proves, most people have a singular idea of what a birthday cake is. It’s a white or vanilla cake with very strong frosting, and most likely sprinkles. I think this became the defacto birthday cake only because so few have tasted the bliss that is Wacky Cake.
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I was drafting our Sprint 5 article and realized I had a lot to say about the things we did in April. One of our goals is to have more fun, but I didn’t want to overwhelm that article with pictures. In this article, Leslie bought me the greatest shirt ever made and we met the neighborhood pig.
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Frank cleared his throat before he turned on the mic. This battle would be the defining moment of his career as a BattleBot announcer. He had to get it right.
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I’ve been complaining about how I needed a haircut since I played board games with Mike in December. You see, Leslie and I don’t like meetings very much, and scheduling a haircut is sort of like a meeting. Leslie finally decided to give me a haircut. She’s never given a haircut before, and I was fine with shaving my head if it didn’t come out right.
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Sometimes, you just gotta leave the house. For me, that’s normally due to a desperate need of groceries. But last night, I left for an entirely foreign purpose: Hipster Dance Party.
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