I know that during the Tumblr proposal brouhaha someone posted a screenshot of what I said last year. Please delete it. I would love it if you sent it to me, so I can have it, but all of this needs to be off the internet right now.
If you reblogged my post about how I feel about @nostrich and Heather, please delete it. And please also reblog *this*, because some people didn’t see it from me, but from a third party. I mean, IF you reblogged the first one, reblog this. Not just in general. And I’ll be reminding you, but please then delete this in a day or two. Nothing is wrong, really. But thank you.
No questions, please. Thanks.
This year, we are most thankful for our daughter, Lucy, who has shown us what the true meaning of life really is. (via Teeny Tiny Hopkins: Happy Thanksgiving!)
We’re thankful for being able to share in some small part in her (and your) journey thus far. Here’s hoping/praying/wishing that the year ahead will be easier than the one behind.
Kiss that sweet face for us.
Amen, and here’s hoping/praying/wishing that she’ll be able to come east and visit us soon, so we can give her all these smooches in person.
ACTUAL THINGS that were said to me, upon my (biological) father’s side of the family finding out about my secret boyfriend of six months:
“Yea! Erica’s not a lesbian!”
“I was starting to wonder about you!”
“He’s not black, is he?”
And my FAVORITE ONE, since it immediately followed those:
“Why didn’t you bring him?!”
But really, he’s not black, is he?
All due to sheer boredom. GET ME OUT OF THIS CAR.
TWO HALVES FROM TWO DIFFERENT DONUTS?! Abby, I feel like maybe you need help for your binge eating disorder. We aren’t judging. We are all here for you.
Can I have the other halves?
Half one was very, very dry, probably because god knows how long those donuts had been siting there. Half two—a quarter, really—was my brother’s but he didn’t want it, because he is ungrateful and doesn’t appreciate food when it’s given to him.
