I want to say one word to you. Just one word: thermometer

There were a lot of my excellent ideas taking up residence in the pile of Sean’s rejects from his dorm room when I went through them the other day, but one thing that he did need to borrow — and I wish that I’d sent — was a thermometer. It’s one of those things that you either have or you don’t, and there’s really no substitute if it’s the latter. And sometimes Walgreen’s has closed by the time you realize you need one. Any maybe you’re too sick to go get one anyway.

Sean and I have a running joke that there are a handful of young women who have made the fictitious “marriage list” — those who, for rational or even irrational reasons, I have decided Sean may marry. The friend who lent him her thermometer when he was sick the last time? She’s now on the list.