You know what this means: J breezed into town, a trail of Oreos and Snickers behind him.
I'd said I wanted to spend all day Saturday watching cartoons and eating Snickers, so when he showed up unexpectedly he at least brought the goods.
We went out for Ethiopian food. He loved it; I found it indescribably foul. I mean, seriously, single out any one of these piles and it looks like dookie or vomit.
The new possum family is doing fine, thank you. They don't, however, like Oreos. 
My work in progress lies in pieces on the ground...
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