It's about giving. To me.

Christmas List:

1. Four cases of Stonyfield Farm vanilla yogurt. (If you cut me open, the only things you would find inside me would be this yogurt and earl grey tea. And phlegm. Phlegm was maybe not the best way to start the first blog post in two weeks. Apologies.)
2. A fish doctor. Ham is struggling with the whole “eating his food” thing. He’s all, “Oh! The food! SCORE. (swimswimswim toward the food) I’m ready! Ima eat it! I’ve never been more hungry and totally can’t wait to get this foooooodNEVERMIND. (swimswimswim away from the food).”
3. Tissues. The kind with lotion which, contrary to some beliefs, do not “already feel used”. I will show you what an already used tissue feels like, pick one off my desk or bed or nightstand or floor.
4. A pocket-sized Kelsey Roommate. She’s too cute for anything ever, especially during times of new love. She leaves a wake of puppies and rainbows and sunshine wherever her little frame and cute glasses take her.
5. This. Because once you’ve read the non-graphic novel version, you should be able to reward yourself with pictures.