BUSTED!

Ever since your mom discovered that she has an allergy to dairy, your father has been really "enjoying" being the only one to drink out of the milk jug.



I mean really enjoying.

And I can't even get upset about it, because it's not like he's being unsanitary--he's only sharing germs with his future self, after all.

A Fetish for the Future?

I realized today that I might have a fetish for the future when, upon reaching approximately the center of what was once a tall rainbow notepad tower (this is what remains of it):

I discovered this note:


In fact, I was right. Present Brenna had completely forgotten that Past Brenna wrote that! But I did not feel the magical, transcendental time-travely sensation I expected to feel when I wrote the note back in ought-seven.

I guess that's just a lesson for you, children.

On a completely unrelated note, this is what your father looks like when he drives.