There are no cats in America and the streets are paved with cheese!

[errant_jane]

I have decided that the mouse shall henceforth be called Pestilence, as he is clearly one of the four Horsemice of the Apocalypse. Okay, okay, he doesn't ride a horse. Instead he rides a wee bunny! But Bunnymouse of the Apocalypse just sounds ridiculous. Note: bunny, not rabbit. It is all tiny with its little ears of terrifying cuteness. True

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[sadcypress]

When you are married to Dean, I am coming over for dinner once a week. Just so you know.

[errant_jane]

Totally fair. Do you want to come for Sunday family dinners with Sam?

[sadcypress]

I WILL BRING DESSERT.

[errant_jane]

DEAL! Dean likes all pies, of course. Sam likes lemon bars. Dean mock him for this (on principle more than anything else, really). We play Monopoly afterwards until it starts to get ugly. Which, let's face it, is almost immediately. Who came up with that brilliant idea, anyway?

[sadcypress]

We can alternate weeks on the desserts, and the boys will just have to deal with it. As the boys start to argue and the inevitable tussling on the floor begins, we shall sit back and sip wine and think of how perfect life has become.

[errant_jane]

Ah yes! I remember the reason Monopoly was suggested again. I love it when things work out according to plan.

Dean, btw, is totally not above hair-pulling. Sam, of course, is stubborn enough that he will not cut his hair to accommodate for this. He bites Dean instead.

We should probably enjoy none of this as much as we do.

[sadcypress]

These are the times that life was MADE FOR. :D

[ethrosdemon]

I will give you all my properties.

(Also, I love lemon bars, you ho.)

[errant_jane]

I will take all of your properties!

(Well, then I suppose Dean will mock you as well. OH SNAP!)

[ethrosdemon]

What is this shit "with Sam?" Like any of you cook but me.

[errant_jane]

Oh, please. Sam knows how to cook. What sort of feminist would he be if he didn't?