In the basement laid a plethora of trendy food prep devices, now gathering dust. Some we purchased ourselves, others were gifts. All had two common denominators: An electrical plug and a history of disappointment.
When asked how things were left with the Prime Minister after the night in question the Pig told us: "Me and big D stayed friends for a while, but we just drifted apart. It's sad, but, well, I guess it happens."
I sat on the couch as my daughter nervously glanced at a single sheet of notebook paper while struggling to maintain eye contact with me. A tiny bead of sweat danced across her brow, refusing to disappear.