The mail today contained a notification that our subscription to Outside has expired. We knew that. We knew it the first nine times they told us, too.
Then there was a picture of a child dying of cancer attached to a note asking us for $5 for the American Cancer Society.
Then a mortgage payment reminder.
Then Corey got a new insurance card.
That's all there was. Because I am bitter and upset about my knee, I see everything painted with a gloomy brush. So I am playing a game with myself: Which is more annoying? The cancer picture or the 10th notice from Outside?
After years of nomadic temporary employment, advanced degrees, and chocolate ice cream, a rugger with a love of knitting and a cyclist with no domestic skills signed a Ketubah and bought a house in Pittsburgh.
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