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If you know anyone with a million dollars who wants to buy a house, we be selling one.

MA SPOON CHOPSTICK/BOWL COMBINATION IS TOO BIG!

Olive bows when you say “Hail to your master”. Then you have to give her a treat.

MTV picture. Probably.

Andy and I have made some successful attempts at escapism lately. We’ve both had so much to do that we feel immobilized, so we’ve been doing dumb stuff instead. Like going to see Knowing. I mean “Know1ng”.
We’ve also been watching Rob Dyrdek’s “Fantasy Factory” because he has a warehouse that houses a blob, a foam pit, a zip line, an indoor street skate affair, and a tiny bulldog pup. Somehow, watching people flip into a giant foam pit or smash each other with tennis ball projectiles makes us feel incrementally better.

Andy always meets interesting people in his classes, like the kid with the pet alligator, or Jon who can practically fly.
So cool.

My mum made a little mouse when we had Millie.

I was going to post the lyrics to “Stressed Out” by A Tribe Called Quest, but I didn’t want to offend anyone. So I thought I’d post Google Image’s idea of “stressed out”. Arguably just as offensive as profanity. Arguably.

Don’t front; you love it.