“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.)