The universe is vast, and cold, and dark.

The universe is vast, and cold, and dark.

But my wife... she is colder. I found her this morning on the kitchen counter,

That means she's my wife, right? I had already claimed the kitchen counter when I dragged myself into the house last night. Nothing looked familiar, not even my wife, but I intend

to make the most of the situation. "Honey?" I called. My wife appeared in the kitchen doorway. "Good morning, sweetheart," she beamed, walking to me and caressing my cheek.

"Whilst thou go and fetch us some water, pray thee?" she asked. I could not but refuse this comely lass of mine."But of course," I said to Jill. Whilst thou accompany me?" Yes Jack

, but take care not to damage thy crown, as it looks quite delicate today," Jill answered. So we wended our way through the Renaissance Festival and up the hill, where the bottled

frogs were.

Tadpoles aren't.

"Thinking about it, they actually are. And frogs even more.", i thought to myself and started to peal my banana. What a strange world, where the one who desires to adapt loses...