Small Victories

Sometimes, when you feel like an idiot or a jerk, it helps to remember the good decisions you’ve made in life. Like the time when I was 18 and I didn’t get off the train in Jasper and rent a car with a bunch of strangers to drive the rest of the way to Vancouver. That one middle-aged French guy really tried to convince me but I resisted. That was really smart of me. Good job Alex. The three-day food poisoning I got from eating a ham sandwich on the train later on was super brutal but I still feel I made the right choice. A little salmonella I will take over the risk of rape and death and disappearing forever into the Rocky Mountain wilderness. Small victories friends, small victories.

Things we text.

I found this text message exchange in my drafts. I don't know how old this is. Three years maybe. Clearly I felt it was important enough to save and then immediately forget. Here you go - a glimpse into our marriage:

Kris Foster: Griff just texted me that she farted on your pillow

Alexandra Foster: Ya

Alexandra Foster: Lol

Alexandra Foster: Well she sharted on yours

Kris Foster: She also liked all of your grapes

Alexandra Foster: Licked?

Alexandra Foster: Or liked as in ate them all

Kris Foster: Licked, grapes aren't good for her

Kris Foster: I don't have any grapes to shart on

Kris Foster: Infinity no return

Kris Foster: Ha

Kris Foster: I win

Alexandra Foster: You're crazy

Alexandra Foster: I'm putting this on the internet

Alexandra Foster: Also thanks for reminding me that I have grapes to eat. They're crisp and delicious.

Kris Foster: Not anymore

Alexandra Foster: Well she didn't get the ones I brought to work