Please hold while the blogger you’re trying to reach recovers from this terrible flu-adjacent thing he has going on.
Susan, Merry Christmas.
Susan, I got you everything on your list this year. I definitely love you, my human female wife.
Susan, why did you ask for so many D batteries?
Susan, do you think Santa really knows when I’ve been naughty?
Susan, were almost out of mulled wine.
Susan, how do you pronounce “star anus?”
Susan, it’s snowing again.
Susan, I found my keys.
Susan, they were in the drawer next to your side of the bed.
Susan, why do you have so many neck massager wands?
Susan, I was joking about the divorce.
Susan, if you weren’t home all day, who would feed the cat?
Susan, where are my keys?
Susan, I can’t find my keys. I placed them on the table by the door last night, but they are nowhere to be found.
Susan, I’m out of vodka again. I need my keys.
Susan, I found our copy of Alicia Keyes’ debut album–but, I cannot find my keys.
Susan, this martini isn’t dry enough.
Susan, I found your Alan Keyes bumper sticker and have a lot of questions. I still can’t find my keys.
Susan, I found the answer key to a 10th-grade maths exam. It will not start my car.
Susan, I’m beginning to think you hid my keys. Give them to me.
Susan, I want a divorce.
When a show uses the flashback trope throughout the entirety of the show, Injustice fast forward past them and let myself be surprised 3/4 of the way through the show.
Rilo Kiley Ren
Hours of The Great British Baking Show, a cat in my lap, a fresh stack of comics, and anti anxiety meds. I’m either very boring or very interesting.