Don't Call It A Comeback, I've Been Here For Years
This is what, like, a whole week almost of posting? I'm sort of remembering how to do this whole b to the l to the og.
So, my preschooler, hours before dashing into the street and aging me 75 years in two heartbeats, went to school and came out clutching this charming piece of artwork.
For those of you at home who need some help, I'm the one in the muu-muu with a case of acne. And no hair. Or fingers.
My daughter is the yellow child standing nearby with mouth agape, wearing a loincloth (I hope that's a loincloth.
In the air above us soars the turkey, who is "freaking the heck out" as we prepare to cook it.
You see that Mona Lisa smile on that turkey? What is going on with that? What?