Hunter S. Thomcat often drags Hailey’s stuffed animals onto the couch to cuddle them. Today I walked in to find Copernicus the homicidal monkey with his mealy fists wrapped around Hunter’s neck:
Then I poked Hunter and he was still alive and seemed pissed when I tried to rescue him, so instead I just reminded him where the knife drawer was and he looked at me like I was totally overreacting.
Sometimes you just have to lean into the weird.
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In unrelated news, it’s time for the weekly wrap up.
What you missed in my shop (tentatively called “Eight pounds of uncut cocaine” so that your credit card bill will be more interesting.):
What you missed on the internets:
This week on shit-I-didn’t-come-up-with-but-wish-I-did-because-it’s-kind-of-awesome:
This week’s wrap-up sponsored by The non-girlfriend, a hilarious and often times confusing cautionary tale. She was MIA for awhile, but as she deftly puts it: “The bitch is back“.