No Soup For You

Tonight my wife came into my office while I was writing and asked me if I wanted to break the wishbone with her. I said, "sure," then we went ahead and did it.

We pulled on it pretty hard, the both of us, and it snapped furiously, pieces flying into the air. When we looked down, each of us was holding a straight stick of bone, and the crotch of the wish bone was underneath a chair.

So we're both wishless tonight.

Alisa wanted a baby boy, and I wanted my Introduction to Creative Writing course to not be cancelled.