I used to think life was what happened in between Star Wars movies but now I think it’s what happens in between releases of Sim City.
In one of the check-out lines was a heavy-set, denim-clad, bearded, middle-aged man who looked like he should have a Harley-Davidson permanently welded to his butt.
The lint trap in our dryer doesn’t trap so much lint.
There was still enough snow on the ground today that we could go cross-country skiing on the university’s course.
I can’t remember the last time I bought a pen.
I still can’t listen to “Ice Ice Baby” without thinking of Jim Carrey’s parody of it.
It’s snowing big-and-clumpies.
They take care of business at the Student Health Center: just help yourself to the basket of condoms.
Look! It’s Long Island Italiana Barbie, complete with a fake leopard skin and gold lamé dress!
We usually miss the live nativity scene at the church down the road.
I saw a real, honest-to-goodness Oscar Mayer Wienermobile turning out of gas station on Muscatine Avenue.
Cedar waxwings have visited the crabapple tree outside our apartment pretty regularly in the last month.
I’ve never known someone as adorably miserable as my wife when she’s sick.
One of this weekend’s treats were acorn-shaped cookies made from Kisses, Nutter Butters, and Toll House chips. They were a big hit.
Our menu last night was similar to the last time we hosted Thanksgiving (turkey but no bald eagle), but I substituted cornbread stuffing for the couscous stuffing.
I actually heard someone refer to today as Armistice Day.
The polling station had a bit of line when I got there first thing, but it was gone when I left.
As part of Iowa City’s continual efforts to beautify itself, trees downtown now wear sweaters.
People I know from the East Coast are checking in a couple at a time.