Why Brandon Sanderson Owes Me $13.95 for a 105 Fish Sticks
Fiction is powerful and persuasive. If you don't believe me, ask me about why Brandon Sanderson, a well-known fantasy writer, owes me for a bag of fish sticks. So, here's the story. My youngest son is a big protein eater. He loves hot dogs and corn dogs. I buy them in multi-packs just to keep him fed. He's going to be tall, I can tell by the grocery bill. If only he played basketball, I might get my money back, but alas, he does not. Up until recently, he also liked fish sticks. I would buy them in the big 105-count bags. And I had just bought a brand new bag and a bottle of ketchup expecting them to be consumed within the week. But then they sat there. And sat there. I finally asked him what was wrong. He said he doesn't like fish sticks anymore. WHAAAAAA? I mean, granted fish sticks when microwaved leaves the whole house smelling like a dock, but two days ago he was inhaling those things. What had changed? I had to do some detective work. Turns out, my husband had b...