Took me forever to find saddam.

C’mon, how did you miss the obvious: plumpkins?

Temporary, illusory wealth

Normalize footie pajama daywear!

Get them back… keep a copy of “Toxic Parents” prominently on your bookshelf.

True story: I was reading that book way back in the early 1990s and my stepdad came over for some reason. I went to put on shoes and when I came back, he had the book in his hands, looking at the cover. He dropped it like it was on fire, we traded an awkward look, then never spoke of it again.

Somehow I feel both seen and attacked.

I’ve been stung once and the actual sting hurt a little bit but after that it just itched for a couple of hours.

Normally the paper wasps around here are totally chill but this one managed to get caught inside my shirt somehow and decided it was time to go to war.