This is an utterly lovely story (in about 15 or 20 tweets, but there are lots of photos and a couple of short vids). [link]
You want to read it. [link]
You will feel a little better about humans, once you have read it. [link]
I think this woman is a Buffista spirit baby. [link]
All of these links lead to the same story. I just really want you to read it. [link]
A lot. [link]
Sorry, ita long ago conditioned me against clicking links someone is too eager to share! Not gunna!
gestures to ward off evil eye... or other evil body part
Health~ma to you, hippocampus!
That is incredible, Cindy! Such a great story.
Cindy, I just saw that on Twitter and started weeping in my car. (Matt, it's not an ita link)
I just wrote a long post here, but it should really be a blog post instead. Short version: Our friends asked us to introduce our god-daughter to D&D to help get us all through the quarantine (and help shore up online edu) and it's been great. Her little brother, our godson, "plays" also, although he's not quite ready to fully play. I think it's wonderful that it's socially acceptable now, but I also know it still isn't accepted by the MAGA world.
Do people remember me talking about my nephew D ages ago? We’ll he just graduated from college cum laude with a BS in applied mathematics!
Sorry, ita long ago conditioned me against clicking links someone is too eager to share! Not gunna! gestures to ward off evil eye... or other evil body part
Matt, I swear to you on my dog's life that it is wholesome, sweet, and life affirming.
Do people remember me talking about my nephew D ages ago? We’ll he just graduated from college cum laude with a BS in applied mathematics!
Super impressive for a regular aged college grad, but he's, what? Maybe ten? Way to go, kiddo!
health~ma hippocampus
No ornaments on the tree yet, but I'm happy just to look at our joint light-stringing for a while first.
Every time we decorated the tree, once the lights we on, my mom would always say, "It's perfect like this. It doesn't need another thing." And now every time, I decorate a tree, I take a little pause when the lights are on, and hear her say it in my heart. Speaking of grief.