Today was kind of amazing. Claire and I actually both had a day off at the same time, so we went to the local Six Flags. We ended up getting season passes for next year (they were on sale, each less than the price of a single ticket, so even if we use them once they will have paid for themselves.) It was nice because it also took pressure off of me to do ALL THE THINGS at the park. Although I did, I think, do more rides than anyone.
What can I say, I freakin’ love freefall.
Play Pokemon games online. WHO NEEDS FRIENDS.
Just got home from work and SOMEONE wants snuggles.
GOOD NEWS EVERYONE
I invented the Chumbuddy/shark sleeping bag back in 2009 and it went into production back in 2010. Since then, I’ve been lucky enough to see it going semi-viral around the interwebz and get sold in stores like ThinkGeek.
It’s been out of stock for a little while, but it’s finally BACK and now my new designs are now on the market! Palligator and Snore-ca (oh yes painfully punny names abound) can now be found in the new Chumbuddy website just launched by the good folks at Patch Together. They also have a child-size original shark sleeping bag now too! WHEE.
Anyway, sorry for the shameless plugging, but this is fun and it is also something I helped create. So I guess it belongs on my art blog, by golly.
And for the record…I’m the designer, NOT the manufacturer. So if you have any questions about actually purchasing one of these, I can only do so much. You might have better luck contacting Patch Together instead!
So we have like zero NEED for anything like this… But I kind of want one anyway.
Little Dog would like you all to know that I am the meanest mom in the whole world for shutting her in the bedroom with us so that she cannot chase the cat at 2 AM. I ruin all of her plans and am such a downer.
(The cat will show his appreciation for the refuge from harassment by bringing his cat toys into the bathtub, which is his favorite play area.)
I fucking hate Home Depot. Hate it! Because that’s where your childhood goes to die. It really is, it’s where your childhood goes to die. The second… the one day you go in to a Home Depot and you’re like, “Oooo knobs.” You’re dead. You’re dead inside. All of us have had that moment where we’re like, “That’s a cute little mailbox.” Bury your dreams ‘cause you’re not a kid any more.
I think I was about 8 years old when this happened to me.