I'm afraid that creamy globs of ranch will seep in through the crack beneath my door and invade my lungs. These are my stories.
What do a midnight concussion, a day trip to the ocean, a dream about George W. Bush, a defective latte, and several reviews of 20th century portrayals of Jesus have in common? Very little, except that every one of these can be found here in Snacks, by Penelope Crumb.