Category: General
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Twas the night before Thanksgiving, at Mimi and Papa’s lair, Not a parent was stirring—because frankly, they weren’t allowed there. The stockings weren’t hung, but the freezer was stacked, With popsicles in colors that science forgot to track. Jack and James nestled, not snug in their beds, But bouncing off couches, with sugar in their…
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Mom says she doesn’t make the rules. She says it all the time. Like when I ask why I can’t have ice cream for breakfast or why I have to wear socks inside my shoes. “I don’t make the rules,” she says, shrugging like she’s just some innocent bystander in the universe of rules. But…
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🎄 The calendar is not a calendar. It is a psychological thriller.Each square a fresh horror. Monday: “Wear red for reindeer day.”Tuesday: “Bring cookies, don’t forget the nut-free, gluten-free, emotionally wholesome ones.”Wednesday: Picture day. Except not just a normal picture day—“the special snowflake backdrop” picture day.Thursday: Christmas singalong, themed around a candy cane morality tale.Friday:…
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I found Jack crouched behind the laundry basket like a tiny predator in mismatched socks. His eyes locked onto Pookie’s dish—half full, undeniably pungent, and radiating the quiet energy of “DO NOT TOUCH” reserved for outlet covers and mystery substances found beneath the couch. And yet, there he was. My son. My bright, bold, bizarre…
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It started with Mom yelling, “ITTTT’SSSS TIIIIIMMMMEEEE!” like she was about to enter a wrestling ring, but instead of body slams, she was hauling up bins of glitter and tangled lights from the basement. Dad sighed. The kind of sigh that sounds like it’s been waiting all year. “Already?” he said. “It’s not even Thanksgiving.”…
