Chooch finally exchanged his Christmas gift duplicates. Henry and I kept trying to give him helpful suggestions, but always he’d gravitate right back to the goddamn Mighty Beanz aisle. He has wanted Mighty Beanz for months, but I’m usually able to distract him with something shinier and more useful, but not on this day. It was Mighty Beanz or nothing.

“Just let him get them,” I sighed to Henry. “I don’t even care anymore. It’s whatever.”

What are Mighty Beanz, you ask? Fuck if I know. But I can tell you that I’m very stressed out trying to make sure they don’t become estranged from each other. “PUT THEM SOMEWHERE SO THEY DON’T GET LOST!” I keep shouting to Chooch as my brow becomes dotted with beads of OCD.

In other news, Chooch piped up from the backseat the other day with a firm and decisive, “This is my JAM!” I can’t even remember what song it was now, but he is totally my kid.

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It was Christmas 2007 and Henry, as usual, had presented me with a big box of gift-giving FAIL. All I wanted that year was a Chiodos hoodie which was apparently way too hard for Henry to procure.

So I snagged one of his lame Everfresh Juice work hoodies and made my own fucking Chiodos hoodie. You can tell I was really pleased with it, too.

Oh memories.

I was attempting to do a 365 photo project featuring Marcy, since she is so WELL-LOVED, but I’ve already missed days & lost count. And it’s only the second week.

Show me pics of your furry faves!

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Coolest place in Lancaster, PA.

Home of shoo-fly pies and creepy $5 paper mache clowns.

Marcy: 1; Tommy: 0

This happened sometime after I screamed, ran and hid from the pizza guy, but definitely after Tommy and Henry shared out loud a mutual dislike for head.