Or to Red and Kitty instead of Eric and Donna

Is Oscar a grouch because he lives in trash? Or does Oscar live in trash because he’s a grouch?

Adulthood is morphing from Ernie into Bert.

My Adulthood has been morphing from Cookie Monster to Cookie Monster… Wait… Shit

Fun fact time! Back in the days of screensavers and animated desktop icons, I had a trash bin that animated when you added to it and again when you emptied it.

First, Oscar would rise up from inside the can, lid balanced on his head, singing, “I looove trash…”, and then when you emptied it, he finished with, “I love it because it’s trash.” 🥰🤓🤘🏼

I threw things away whenever I could.

(Aside, fuck the “recycle” bin. What a crock of shit that always was. 🤌🏼)

My spirit animal is the sloth 🦥

Even as a little kid (Elmo didn’t exist, but it wouldn’t have mattered). Also, I always related to Bert more than Ernie.

Early Onset Grumpiness

and embracing it

My niece and nephew have been super into Pokémon lately, and they asked what my favorite was. I didn’t even need to think about it before saying Snorlax. I’d never have picked him prior to my 20s.