Today I saw the cutest man I may have ever seen on the subway. He was shorter than I, wearing a red and yellow robe (Buddhist, I’m guessing), a pair of brown Sketchers sandals, and was holding a large Tim Hortons coffee cup. As he went to take a sip…
I have got this punishment thing down to a science. A very sneaky, sneaky science.
It’s simple, really.
If you disrespect your sibling? 5 minutes of hand-holding.
If you raise your voice to your sibling? 5 minutes of hand-holding.
If you make fun of your sibling? 5 minutes of hand-holding.
If you argue for the sake of argument about the color of the sky or any other such nonsense? 5 minutes of hand-holding.
Nobody likes it.
Nobody, of course, except for their Mama.
Part One: In Which Alimartell is a Dumbass. Each year I cover Fashion Week in Toronto, and – sadly – one of my most favorite parts of the entire week is the giant swag bag filled mostly with things I will never use, such as aqua-colored mascara and double-sided tape…
