Last weekend I was treated to a lovely visit to the Chemical City. While there we enjoyed the sights! Such sights! Old and decaying visions of my future, grimly shambling around the food court. An endless selection of overpriced feet wrappers. A prison for pretty moths with children wardens. And then I saw my baby eat her weight in a Thai soup broth. What a time to be alive.
The day after that is the day the wife and I celebrate when we could finally file our taxes jointly. To commemorate this occasion I have committed All of our earthly enjoyments into a collage of symbolism.
The symbolism is mostly literal. I like racoons and she likes cupcakes or whatever.
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What is that mammal? YIKES!