The last few days were the coldest this fall, here in the (brighter than tolerable) Sunshine State. That means one thing: warm sweatpants. Warm sweatpants means one thing: a pair I bought in college my freshman year. The beginning of my freshman year. Twenty-one years ago. My wife warns me she’ll deny any relation to me if I go outside wearing them. “Hey, isn’t that your husband?” “No, he was killed last year.” “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! How did it happen? He was so young.” “Well, he was hit by a Target truck carrying new sweatpants stock.” Man, [...]
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Words I would use
My mother-in-law called me earlier. She told me it was 63 degrees in New Hampshire, but it was raining. Everything before the comma was good natured taunting – it’s still seat sticking hot here. Vinyl seats are cruel and unusual punishment. I think the raining bit was supposed to cushion the blow, but I’m the odd Floridian who doesn’t like this much sun. I would replace the but with an and. It would be all taunt. My face would strain with the effort to contain my grin. There’s hope on the horizon though – storm clouds blowing in. We’ll get [...]
