Look at how cute and weird Arthur is. Every year for our anniversary, my mom sends us Chippers from Widman’s Candy in Fargo. Every year, these tantalizing chocolate-covered potato chips melt in our Texas mailbox oven. Every year, we put them in the freezer, and every year we forget about them until it’s a solid brick. Here Arthur, sporting a t-shirt for a dead robot, chisels off a corner of delight for our ecstatic son.
Knives and vines, mac and cheese scattered everywhere. Happy Anniversary, dear.
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