Here's the Thing:

Here's the thing: we don't have cute kids and we're not having grand adventures right now.

But we do have a cat.

And sometimes we go downtown. To Center Street, Provo.

(I found an old elevator there once and I'm pretty sure it's haunted; with the right equipment I could give you a better idea.)

We have new neighbors, of whom I've been looking for through our front door's peephole whenever I hear a car outside.

Today I bought shoes from Walmart and they look like they could've been from Target, or even Kohl's.

The other day we found some gummy vitamins for adults that are terrible, but we're eating them by the handful.

I've been prank calling the same person for three years now and there may be reason to believe that he still thinks it's real. The real question is why I would prank call someone for that long.

Warren is currently reading a book neither fiction nor romance, nor fantasy. And that doesn't just leave science-fiction, though heaven knows I've tried convincing him.

I'm thinking of investing in a metal detector because I spent over an hour last weekend collecting fool's gold.

If you must know, Warren is out on a run while I'm just sitting here.

What I will tell you is this: we're really happy.

And our cat plays fetch and I bet yours doesn't.

I could record it next time, if you'd like.