If I'm preggie, then I can have cravings.

Don't get me wrong. This summer has been great (bolded for stress). But as I start my almost complete day-off, all I want is to do fly home and have, what is in my mind, the perfect summer day.

It might include horse syringes. And an old lady swearing at us as we wave mosquito candles around our heads. We've even got the cliche holding of hands as we run through a cornfield. ...You know why that always shows up in short stories and novels? Because there are only a few times and places where you can feel so secure and connected amidst such simple confusion.

Dang. There aren't even roman candles in Utah.