Even though they were even before my time, I harbor deep longings for a vintage silver tree with a rotating colored light. Swoon.
Rilakkuma has such a neutral expression on his face, I'm always wondering if he might be silently judging everything I do. Then you go and present me with a whole platter of silent judgy bear faces like this and I'm early put off my lunch.
Kenny, at one year, dreams of chasing down wrong-doers under blue skies. Kind of like my brother who is 36 and a mechanic. The first sound he ever made was car noises, the only books he ever read were about cars. It was like he had one path and that was that. Do you know people like that who were just destined to be what they've become?