I think because they’re so humble. I was making breakfast and decided potatoes are definitely funnier than oatmeal.
Telling Erik about the Front Yard Ordinance was an easy way to make him mad. “Fascism!” he cried. I couldn’t agree more.
Today when he gets home from work, we’re going on a trip, so next week I’ll have my truck again, with its new carburetor, and hopefully it’ll pass smog, and I can get my new sticker and not have to worry about a ticket.