Hot chocolate would be my preferred seasonal drink even if eggnog weren’t the grossest beverage on the planet (which it is). When I say hot chocolate, I’m not talking about those Swiss Miss packets you dump into water. That doesn’t count. I’m talking about rich, creamy, made-with-milk, chocolately hot chocolate.
OK, picture this: It’s 6 a.m. It’s dark and kind of cold. It’s a Monday. You are already at work because you are a newspaper reporter and you sometimes fill in on the super-early cops shift. What are you drinking?
Go, ahead: Ask 100 people the “Disney vs. Pixar” question. Most will say Disney, and not because it’s what they grew up watching or because most people can’t name a Pixar movie besides “Toy Story” or “Cars.”
I have a childhood friend who for years has said she wishes her parents just would arrange a marriage for her because dating and breakups get old fast. She’s joking, but she’s joking in that way that she’s also a little bit serious.