Today I got a gift at school, wrapped in a Chinese take-out box. It was cute, and the card was cuter. It’s a pig, made of squishy something-or-other and should serve as a nice rest for my wrist as I click away furiously. I rather like that picture of me
I don’t have too much else (that I’m able) to say, but check out the gallery below.
Note: I have since named named the pig Squishy. I will call you Squishy and you will be my Squishy and we’ll laugh and play, and you’ll be Squishy the whole time. I love you, Squishy.