That time of year… 📻 (Yes, I was slightly inspired by the scary movie I watched late last night)

this looks like the reception desk of my mind

So I’ve officially had my big toenails removed permanently… what do I do now?

Pic below the cut:

(The one on the right was removed 8 days ago, and the one on the left was removed yesterday)

Small child: Ms. Megan, I like you

Me: Oh yeah, why’s that?

Small child: because you don’t have any bones

Me, trying not to laugh: what?

Small child, sighing wistfully: Yeah, when you hug Ms. Jen, she’s got too many bones. You don’t have any, and that’s nice.

Me: *puts down phone to pick up watch from side table to see what time it is*

My brain: wtf did you just–

don’t talk to me or my 53 unfinished video games ever again

I don’t think I have ever seen a dog show straight up unabashed disgust to anything.