I have this theory that in a good marriage, conflict shows up when you forget you know who this other person is.
I desperately want to write but you're going to have to put up with this mélange of nonsense instead.
It's friction. Maybe not friction that matters, but friction nonetheless.
The bends are sharp, the canyons are dark, and we can't see what's up ahead.
I've been promising this one for a while.
To be honest, I only watched THE HAUNTING OF HILL HOUSE because I thought my kid would like it.
Things always go wrong with cooking. And as soon as something goes wrong, your timing goes straight to hell.