Yo, I still haven’t recapped our day at Michigan’s Adventure because I’m a shit blogger.
And now I’m all, “wah, I miss my kid” like I sent him off to war. Henry said he was surprised at how much maternal emotions are actually contained within my standoffish self.
That being said (I watch this one coaster review channel on YouTube and they say this so often that I blurt it out when I think they’re going to say it, like it’s some totally stimulating game I play by myself because I have no friends, so now I’m accidentally saying it in my head all the time during my normal non-coaster working hours, so that’s great), here are some pictures of Chooch looking like he’s….
….at the DMV;
waiting to have dental work done;
at jury duty but it’s a boring case; (side bar: Chooch had to rode with that kid and he was petty unhappy about it lololol.)
having a nervous breakdown while babysitting his next-door niece and nephews;
trying to sit on the couch but it’s full of my library books;
HAVING THE BEST DAY EVER WITH HIS MOMMY (and dumb dad, not pictured) AT MICHIGAN’S ADVENTURE!
He actually *was* pretty unsufferable toward the end of the day but he was mostly a delight.
I miss him. It’s fine.
It’s not fine. IT’S ONLY GOING TO GET HARDER! COLLEGE! MOVING OUT!! ETC ETC!!!