I am all familied out. I love these assholes, but lord, I am grateful to come home to my empty house.
I would have been burned at the stake in earlier times. Not because I’m proficient at cool magic or anything, but because I would have lived out in the middle of the woods alone, in a ramshackle hut with a weedy garden and I would have recognized all the local birds.
But look at these two dinguses.
Hard not to love them.