Books, Thoughts

Nostalgia Plus Hormones

Equals compulsively buying stuffed tigers.

Have you seen my friend Calvin?

Please don’t tell me this isn’t Hobbes the Tiger.  I was shopping for a baby shower and the hormones were running so high, that I took one look at our tiger here and immediately put him in the cart.

I thought, I don’t have kids.  But I will one day!  Because I either want to relive my childhood by proxy or I want psychotic, hyperactive kids.

I need to go cry now.