This is such a strange photo to attach to a tweet, though. The one on the left shows the husband’s right hand in a unnatural position with the thumb all messed up. In the photo on the right, both hands look normal, resting on the game console box. His face is utterly blank. Could this be an AI generated tweet or post?
spoilerDog: "I wish the entirety of my lifespan wasn’t just a small fraction of yours. If I had 6 times my life, I likely wouldn’t be there with you at the end of yours. Even with my current life span, the last 3 to 4 years of it I won’t be the dog you knew before. My joints are going to wear out. I might lose my sight or my hearing. I’m going to be a burden when I can’t control my body well enough to get outside before making a mess. I can’t stand the thought of disappointing you! I can’t get over how unfair it is that the best I could give you for a lifetime companion is maybe 13 short years. You too will change as you grow. I’ll never get to know the multiple people you will grow into. I get this one brief glimpse of life with you where we have so much love, fun, and comfort, and then I have to go away to whats next while you grieve and go on without me. So I have a wish to be with you all the way until the end. We’ll both lie down in the sun one last time, close our eyes at the same time, and dream of days we were both capable of throwing a ball and chasing it. That is my wish. I only need that one.
Me, massaging my temples with my eyes shut tight: Buddy… Buddy… We just went over this… You have a ball on the other side of the room. You just need to bring it over here and I’ll toss with you.
Thank your lucky stars for that - that old dude has seen some sh!t, and that kitten is the only thing tying the thin thread of his sanity to this world… :-P
So I’ve literally played an ADHD-soothing shitty phone game on the couch while denying my son asking me to join him on Nintendo. One shuts my brain down to repair (and I usually end up picking up a controller after my mind is calm), while the other is active and engaging. Think about playing MP with your grown ass friends and getting frustrated. Imagine a kid.
(Yes… that’s not as chill as LEGO, but you’ve never seen my kid trying to follow LEGO instructions after a long day. Equally possible to not be chill)
Harry Chapin My child arrived just the other day He came to the world in the usual way But there were planes to catch, and bills to pay He learned to walk while I was away And he was talkin’ ‘fore I knew it And as he grew, he’d say “I’m gonna be like you, Dad You know I’m gonna be like you”
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you comin’ home, Dad?" “I don’t know when But we’ll get together then You know we’ll have a good time then”
My son turned ten just the other day He said, “Thanks for the ball, Dad, c’mon let’s play Can you teach me to throw?” I said, “Not today I got a lot to do”, he said, “That’s okay” And he, he walked away but his smile Never dimmed and said “I’m gonna be like him, yeah You know I’m gonna be like him”
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you comin’ home, Dad? “I don’t know when But we’ll get together then You know we’ll have a good time then”
Well, he came from college just the other day So much like a man, I just had to say “Son, I’m proud of you, can you sit for a while?” He shook his head, and he said with a smile “What I’d really like, Dad, is to borrow the car keys” “See you later, can I have them please?”
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon “When you comin’ home, son?” “I don’t know when But we’ll get together then, Dad You know we’ll have a good time then”
I’ve long since retired, my son’s moved away I called him up just the other day I said, “I’d like to see you if you don’t mind” He said, “I’d love to, Dad, if I could find the time” “You see, my new job’s a hassle and the kid’s got the flu” “But it’s sure nice talkin’ to you, Dad It’s been sure nice talkin’ to you”
And as I hung up the phone, it occurred to me He’d grown up just like me My boy was just like me
And the cat’s in the cradle and the silver spoon Little boy blue and the man in the moon "When you comin’ home, son? “I don’t know when But we’ll get together then, Dad We’re gonna have a good time then”
Written by: Harry F. Chapin, Marc Christian Gernert, Sandy Chapin, Andy Love
Kind of love the Dionysis call out since he’s kind of the Greek patron god of genderqueer folk due to his complicated history of cross-dressing to fly under the radar of the Gods and his connections to death and rebirth.
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