There must be something wrong with me. I really ought to be excited about this, and probably this as well (particularly this, which is a feature I’ve wanted for quite some time).
But for now all I can think about is, “Yay! Dave fixed my float bug!” It’s the little things that make us happy.
I’m glad it takes so little to make you happy.
Love,
Mom
Dad’s BBQ spare ribs also make me happy.
No magic there. Those same spareribs are available to you for the price of the meat and a bottle of KC Masterpiece brand sauce.
— Mom
Isn’t the act of Don (Evan’s Dad) preparing the ribs vital to the happiness. This often would increase the by a couple thousand air miles to bring him back from overseas.
I haven’t had spareribs in years. I can’t seem to enjoy anything that come attached to bones anymore.
Darnit. I never proofread close enough. I forgot the word ‘cost’ in the sentence: “This often would increase the cost by a couple thousand air miles to bring him back from overseas.” Please excuse the poor syntax and the laziness.