Josh’s primary love language is asking how many hot dogs or tacos you think you could eat. Think hard, love harder.

A weekly summary of the things that filled our cold, bleak, post-apocalyptic hearts with happiness, pride, gratitude, peace, amusement, and so on.

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There’s no stopping the momentum once you’ve got your heart set on a vanity plate. But the DMV—buzzkill of all buzzkill—can still reject your dreams.

Mrs. Cherrybloom isn’t scared of death. She knows that it’s her time to go. But there’s just one more visit she’d like to make before it’s over.

As a kid, death is abstract and far off, almost impossible to conceive. But as we grow older, playing in graveyards feels like tempting fate.

Is there anything worse than those late hours of the night, when you just can’t sleep? Welcome to the comments section. Enter at your own risk.

A weekly summary of the things that filled our cold, bleak, post-apocalyptic hearts with happiness, pride, gratitude, peace, amusement, and so on.

Looking for a versatile, delicious recipe for egg salad? We’re sharing one that will take you through all the moon cycles, even retrograde.