Some days I feel like a lazy living sack of pizza. But then I think, hey, that's not so bad.
Three things you should know about my childhood:
1) As a kid, the two cartoon characters I related to the most were Eeyore and Rabbit. As I grew older, they smoothly transitioned into Milhouse and Seymour Skinner. Those four characters can tell you everything you need to know about me.
2) With all the time I spent playing Magic, you'd think I'd have it all gathered by now.
3) I'm sure that if Shelley Duval had realized the impact she had on my eight year old heart, she would have waited a decade or so for me. "Wendy. Darling. Light of my life..."
I was at my parent's house for Thanksgiving. My brother was getting a cheesecake out of the oven when Billie (That's the dog's name. This is what happens when my parents are left alone to name pets. My family has had a long standing tradition of naming our dogs after food. But Billie? You can't eat that!) wandered over and, as her original ancestors had done 50,000 years ago, became very interested in what was happening. Within the deepest recesses of her tiny brain, she began hoping for some sort of accidental pie-inversion. From there, her plan would be to snatch up the pie and run forever. From the look in her eye and the wag of her tail, I finally understood why the first men kicked wolves, and why the wolves would always come back, heel even, and we'd let them.
I've never been much good at giving thanks. I don't feel like I deserve or earn anything. This is just the way my life turned out. I look around at all the things I have and tell myself I can either take it or leave it. But why would I ever leave it?
1) As a kid, the two cartoon characters I related to the most were Eeyore and Rabbit. As I grew older, they smoothly transitioned into Milhouse and Seymour Skinner. Those four characters can tell you everything you need to know about me.
2) With all the time I spent playing Magic, you'd think I'd have it all gathered by now.
3) I'm sure that if Shelley Duval had realized the impact she had on my eight year old heart, she would have waited a decade or so for me. "Wendy. Darling. Light of my life..."
I was at my parent's house for Thanksgiving. My brother was getting a cheesecake out of the oven when Billie (That's the dog's name. This is what happens when my parents are left alone to name pets. My family has had a long standing tradition of naming our dogs after food. But Billie? You can't eat that!) wandered over and, as her original ancestors had done 50,000 years ago, became very interested in what was happening. Within the deepest recesses of her tiny brain, she began hoping for some sort of accidental pie-inversion. From there, her plan would be to snatch up the pie and run forever. From the look in her eye and the wag of her tail, I finally understood why the first men kicked wolves, and why the wolves would always come back, heel even, and we'd let them.
I've never been much good at giving thanks. I don't feel like I deserve or earn anything. This is just the way my life turned out. I look around at all the things I have and tell myself I can either take it or leave it. But why would I ever leave it?