This weekend, we went to see the D-Backs play and we parked in the Civic Center parking garage.
Dave: “Oh, I recognize this garage. Boys, your mom and I would park here often as we met up for dates.”
Me: “Yeah, we would go to fun restaurants and talk about stuff.”
Dave: “We would talk, or not talk for hours.”
Me: “Or we’d stare at each other and bask in each other’s hotness.”
Dave: “…Which brings us to how you got here.”
An American humorist, writer and author. When boiling down the chicken soup of life, she finds those golden, fried nuggets of truth & writes them long after the kids go to bed.
