Why did the person next to me decide to park their beatup van so close to my car that could barely squeeze Bryony into her carseat as I tried to open my car door?
Why does the person who did the hurting barely remember the event, when the person who was hurt can't forget?
How do you know when it's time to let go of old grudges and just friend that snooty popular kid from high school on Facebook?
Why does my cat insist on sleeping on top of the computer printer/fax when there is a perfectly good couch and kitty bed in the same room?
How can I love my cats, and yet not love having cats?
When will I stop having awful daydreams about tragic things happening to my kid?
Will my house ever be as clean as I'd like it to be?
Who can I thank for Skype?
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