“Nice moccasins,” said everyone in Williamsburg.
I may have posted this before but I just found it on my LiveJournal yesterday and died at how similarly dramatic Chooch and I are.
Case in point, Henry abandoned us today to help our friends at Castle Blood, and you would have thought he told us he was leaving for a job in Alaska.
Then Chooch and I were bickering when Henry was on his way out the door.
“She won’t play with me!” Chooch wailed to Henry.
“Yeah, because he’s being a dick!
” I cried in defense.
Henry just stood there, assessing the situation with a disappointed look, and said, “Jesus Christ, it’s like I’m leaving two ten-year-olds.
WHAT? WHY DOES CHOOCH GET TO BE OLDER?!
Anyway, the day quickly unraveled, but that’s a post for another day. (Like, tomorrow.)