Technically something like that alREADY happened this year.

Man. No wonder I’m having a rough time.

That doesn’t mean that it can happen in what’s still left of -this- year. No monkey paw business here.

Someone’s gonna have to babysit this Rotom for a couple of days. I seriously don’t think that I can deal.

I’m taking the day off. Heaven almighty. It was just a dream and I feel like I’ve gone temporarily deaf all over again. I always underestimate how bad that experience messed me up, since I FREQUENTLY FORGET THAT IT HAPPENED. Which is a BAD SIGN.

I have GOT to introduce him to the Italian style wedding soup recipe that I make for me and my partner sometimes. Plus, it would be great timing with the holiday gift that I’m planning to get for both households.

And it’s even weirder when Viya DOESN’T share the same favorites as me. Yeah, I know, alternates are all their own people and all, but there are still things that I sort of expect to overlap. It turns out that he’s more of a light broth soup guy.

Neither of us noticed how badly we fell into that empty nester feeling. It’s wild. Even if we’re technically down a kid, it finally feels like a home again, seeing the little guy run around with the Pokemon like he used to. It’s gonna smart when he grows up too, but I’ll be happy for him.

He’s so enamored with my partner’s new (ish, it’s new to him) Gossifleur, and keeps trying to sing with it. I’m pretty sure that my partner is actually going to give him singing lessons at this rate. Which is really saying something, knowing him and how picky he is about teaching bard stuff.

You guys can have both. It doesn’t have to be one or the other. Cowards.

Have -I- even been on here that long? I don’t care.

Rickrolls are still unironically one of my favorite jokes and it makes me so mad that I actually love the song itself. This was great.

(I can’t believe I thought that you were sending me a real historical sappy poem for a second what the FUCK)

(I scared like 5 of my Pokemon awake from laughing at this and it’s all your fault)

fUCK YOU

Proud parent moment. Kids are back home. I’m overjoyed and a little speechless

There’s nothing I can say that hasn’t already been said, but hopefully this’ll at least be a net positive.

Stuff like that doesn’t happen overnight (or over a lot of nights, in this case), so I’ll be glad to help. Plus, it’s a fair distance away from our actual house, so it ought to still feel decently neutral, without being isolated.