December 3, 2023

Yuletide Carnage

Valhalla la la la, la la la la….

‘Tis the season… to be jealous of the blissful ignorance of youth, and the despair of being a responsible adult. Life was certainly different when we were kids — completely unaware of the weight of responsibilities our parents carried.

I know, I know. After seeing my toy collection, you’re probably saying “C’mon, Jeromy. Do you really consider yourself an adult?” To which I would respond, “Shuddup, buttface!”

But seriously. My mom spent Thanksgiving in the hospital due to a life-threatening infection. Teresa’s mom has been struggling with declining health. The Subaru needs a new catalytic converter. Our shower decided to start leaking, so I will have to take out a chunk of the wall to fix it. And somewhere along the way, I slipped and fell face first into an entire tin of Christmas cookies… that magically disappeared… while quelling my emotional distress… and adding to my waistline.

I’m fine, but all the cookies were destroyed. Every… last… one.

No matter. I’ll just put those excess calories to good use and continue my perma-bulk. Maybe I’ll grow my hair and beard out and go full Viking. Then you can all address me as Jarl Jeromy the Chunky.

In other news, the Nerd Tree has been erected — **cue juvenile snickering**. There are a few new additions, but it’s still as glorious as ever.

My kiddo got an autographed print of Invincible drawn by Ryan Ottley. That’s probably his favorite comic of all time.

I got an amazing floating moon lamp. It’s seriously friggin’ cool.

Speaking of the moon, the weather was very cooperative allowing me to get a shot of the Beaver Moon — **cue more juvenile snickering**. One more to go to complete my goal.

I’m now an official Lower Decker for Star Trek. You should become one too. Go replicate yourself.

And lastly, I became the “cool” dad when I clutched the win in a Fortnite match with my kiddo. It was sloppy. I was panicky. But I did it. So I’m awesome.

Until next time, ‘ver heil ok sæl’.
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