This 2012 Kia Soul. We thought it'd only be a short-term vehicle, but we kept it eight years. It did everything we wanted it to and it was so reliable. I miss this car sometimes.

Maybe it's an age thing. Or a location thing, like Ontario and bagged milk. I've only ever called it macaroni and cheese, never Kraft dinner.

Happy Thanksgiving!

The screamapillar’s scream.

Fear and deadlines! Without them, I'd probably never get anything done.

That's a great idea! I feel very fortunate that I just have to take my glasses off to read the labels.

Looks like my backyard when I was a teenager and my parents said no parties while they were away.

Watching him look down the barrel of the pressure washer reminds me of why we don't own guns.