Dear Fäika,
Wordlessly Ian sat there. 4, maybe 5 hours I waited to watch TV. Did I mention he also was coveting the remote? After he changed everything was normal again, but like, in that way that nothing will ever be normal again.~ Chris
Dear Faïka,
Ian called out from work today.
~ Chris
Dear Faïka,
I screamed aloud that I was not afraid; that I never could be afraid; and others screamed with me for solace.
~ Chris
Dear Faïka,
I can’t tell if this is creepier if Ian knows that I’m home or if he doesn’t.
~ Chris
Dear Fäika,
I don’t sit on that part of the couch anymore.
~ Chris
Dear Fäika,
It happened again.
~ Chris
Dear Fäika,
People didn’t respond well when I sent this out as our holiday card, but oh man… WHAT A HOLIDAY. Lent was Cray-zee that year.
~ Chris
Dear Fäika,
I don’t know who took this photo of Ian. No one else was in the house.
~ Chris
Dear Fäika,
Ian thinks this is a sport.
~ Chris