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with butter
Dec. 8th, 2021 04:33 pm-- There's this commercial I keep seeing on all the local stations encouraging teens to get vaccinated -- I'm talking night and day, dozens of times an hour. Thing is omnipresent. Basically it's just a bunch of kids listing all the fun things they'll be able to do once they're vaxxed and one of them talks about how he can't wait to go to the movies and get a huge popcorn -- with butter!! Idle minds do the stupidest things, and mine must be hella idle because I've become bizarrely fixated on this child. It's just something about his delivery. It's so earnest! So pure! It's gotten to the point where I tear up every time I see this damn ad.
I don't have a maternal bone in my body, but a not-small part of me seriously wants to track him down and devote my life to making sure he has as much popcorn as he can possibly handle -- forever. But that's a bad idea, right? Quick, someone talk me out of it.
Embedding it here so you can all admire and gawk at my future foster son with minimal effort:
-- Hugo's been acting a little sluggish lately, a little too lethargic. It's just noticeable enough to freak me out. He's lost weight over the last few weeks and he's starting to get that scraggly, skinnybones look that older cats have. I'm not stupid. He'll be seventeen in April. I know how this goes.
But.
I'm not ready. I don't know that I'll be ready in six months, or a year, or two years, but I am absolutely not ready right now.
I know that's selfish, wanting him to hang around just to make things easier for me. It's the very definition of selfish. And I know he hasn't been getting the attention he deserves lately, 'cos instead of living in a nice, big, calm house somewhere, he's stuck here in a chaotic shoebox full of lunatics. I feel pretty rotten about that.
He's been my best little buddy for a good, long time. This is gonna be a hard one, folks.
-- Did anyone else see A Very Boy Band Holiday on ABC the other day? I watched it all alone in the dark at three in the morning -- just like God intended -- and it imbued me with FEELINGS.
My mom watches a lot of Food Network, so she only knows Joey Fatone as "the hot dog guy". She wandered in for a minute and asked, "Why's the Hot Dog Guy singing about Christmas?"
I didn't mean for this to turn into one of those "three things make a post" posts, but: one, two, three -- those numbers don't lie!
I don't have a maternal bone in my body, but a not-small part of me seriously wants to track him down and devote my life to making sure he has as much popcorn as he can possibly handle -- forever. But that's a bad idea, right? Quick, someone talk me out of it.
Embedding it here so you can all admire and gawk at my future foster son with minimal effort:
-- Hugo's been acting a little sluggish lately, a little too lethargic. It's just noticeable enough to freak me out. He's lost weight over the last few weeks and he's starting to get that scraggly, skinnybones look that older cats have. I'm not stupid. He'll be seventeen in April. I know how this goes.
But.
I'm not ready. I don't know that I'll be ready in six months, or a year, or two years, but I am absolutely not ready right now.
I know that's selfish, wanting him to hang around just to make things easier for me. It's the very definition of selfish. And I know he hasn't been getting the attention he deserves lately, 'cos instead of living in a nice, big, calm house somewhere, he's stuck here in a chaotic shoebox full of lunatics. I feel pretty rotten about that.
He's been my best little buddy for a good, long time. This is gonna be a hard one, folks.
-- Did anyone else see A Very Boy Band Holiday on ABC the other day? I watched it all alone in the dark at three in the morning -- just like God intended -- and it imbued me with FEELINGS.
My mom watches a lot of Food Network, so she only knows Joey Fatone as "the hot dog guy". She wandered in for a minute and asked, "Why's the Hot Dog Guy singing about Christmas?"
I didn't mean for this to turn into one of those "three things make a post" posts, but: one, two, three -- those numbers don't lie!