Her Little Brother is, All, “Grrrrr, Dinosaur.”

Last year ended with me being preemptively disinvited from Ms. Jazz Hand’s hypothetical game night because of my fascist, eye-roll-inspiring, and somewhat arbitrary rule-enforcement during The 80’s Game. Which (surprise!) I was losing most of the time. Hours before that, there was also a moment where I was standing at the Publix checkout with over $90 in groceries, holding my breath as I swiped the debit card. Someone else’s debit card.

This year started out great. Our house, even after having several people over, was still pretty much clean (a dozen or so wine/champagne glasses, plus some serving dishes, on the counter waiting to be hand-washed). Having a mocha (damn the caffeine!) for a second day in a row. Playing disc golf with Mia, who wore rubber boots because it had rained a lot, and was intent on splashing in muddy puddles like Peppa Pig.

I have a feeling that 2007 is gonna kick the holy SHIT out of 2006.

Posted by Scott-san on 01/01 at 11:18 PM
  1. Seriously, fuck 2006.  DEAD TO ME. 

    Happy new year, putz.

    Posted by cw  on  01/02  at  10:38 AM
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