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| Notice Geoffie looking at him in adoration  |
…you are bored on the internet when you suddenly find yourself desperately in need of a brightly colored pair of harem pants.
…your husband is immersed in a multiplayer RPG when “The door is open and the mosquitos are coming in,” sounds a lot like, “Shoot that guy or I’m gonna die.”
… your youngest daughter suspects you of not paying attention at her soccer games when she starts quizzing you on the plays.
… your younger son got his little heart crushed again when the very mention of the Valentine dance makes his big brown eyes get all wet and shiny and sad.
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… your grown son is truly growing when he goes and gets his hair cut in an effort to not look like a serial killer. (That last one is purely mom’s supposition.)
…you have taught your grown daughter well when she comes up with especially colorful phrases in her Kylo Ren/Hux hatesex fanfic.
… your dogs are frickin’ obnoxious when you see a Newfie roll it’s eyes as the small one goes batshit, and the turkeys don’t think “bowling for turkeys” is a real game.
…you live in a shitty neighborhood when you see the same car in the same place you saw it before you left for a week–and it doesn’t look capable of moving. (This isn’t my street or I would have done the shrill bitchy neighbor thing and reported it.)
…you are almost recovered from a con when you feel capable of going back to working out. (So, tomorrow, hello aqua!)
