Best laid plans of mice and me sometimes end up on the couch. I didn’t make it to Dad’s today. His instructions on the phone this afternoon? ‘Wrap your menstrual hormones around some ice cream. I’m going back to bed.’ My response? ‘Why are you so NICE to me?’ And then I ate half a bag of Doritos. Because I could. It was mostly air, anyway. And because we’re out of Ben & Jerry’s. And because Mint Chocolate Chunk™ is…
