In With The New

It's officially a new year, minions. A fresh start. A time to shake off the doldrums of 2024, and embrace the new adventures that await us in 2025.

Because you... are a unicorn.

A funky, pox-riddled unicorn.

...Or you could be mixed with a cheetah. Who also has the pox.

And baby, you... are a firework.

Or maybe a fountain.

Depends how much you've had to drink.

And just like a kite on the wind, you... can SOAR.

...or crash, burn, and poop your pants.

So raise a glass - or half a mermaid

And let those balloons drop!

Or... escape the picnic basket?

I'll admit, the metaphor's getting a little muddied here.

Whatever. My point is, this year, minions, don't hang on to the wreckage of 2024.

Instead, look forward to the wreckage of 2025. You know, like this:

PERFECT.

Thanks to Emma C., Kristine, Jessica C., Courtney R., Natalie K., & Greg T. for capturing the moment your daughter was pretty much all of us.

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P.S. Hey all you know what would make the new year better? Giant comfy monster slippers:

Monster Paw Slippers

I'm actually wearing big badger feet slippers at the moment, but they don't have much of an insole, so these look like a serious upgrade. Plus, extra ankle coverage. Mmmm.

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And from my other blog, Epbot: