24 minutes to relax on a Friday night while my son watches Mickey Mouse? Don’t mind if I do. #partyanimal http://t.co/GkztoT0j41

24 minutes to relax on a Friday night while my son watches Mickey Mouse? Don’t mind if I do. #partyanimal http://t.co/GkztoT0j41

Into The Night by Benny Mardones wasn’t creepy when I was in Jr. High. Totally creepy to listen to as an adult. shz.am/t69936234
By all rights, I should have turned my ass around and gone back home when I saw how shitty the streets were. But I made it to work. #winter
#tbt Me and my Mickey Mouse doll, Christmas 1978. Like mother, like son. blog.dianaschnuth.com/?p=26939 http://t.co/u6PIeDhccG


The photo finisher’s date stamp says Dec 1978, and I see a scrap of Christmas wrapping paper in the picture, so this must be Christmas 1978, and I must be 2½ here. I had that Mickey doll for years, and I loved him to death. (The photo is too blown-out for me to tell what my other present was.)
What’s funny is that my son Connor (age 3) got a Mickey doll this past Christmas, and it’s his best buddy right now. I showed him this picture, and explained to him that this was me when I was little, and that I used to have a Mickey doll, too.
You should have seen his face light up.