I’m stressed and depressed. I ate a box of peanut butter patties for dinner and instead of going on the treadmill afterwards for some exercise, I walked to the mailbox. E-- called when I was about halfway down the driveway. “Can’t talk,” I told her. “I’m working out.”

     I’m thinking about breaking up with her. When I got back into the house, I called T-- to talk it over. He wanted the details, so I began with dinner.

     “Hold on,” he said. “What are peanut butter patties?”

     “Girl Scout cookies,” I told him. “The old tagalongs.”

     “Why’d they change the name?”

     “I don’t know,&rdquo...

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