My mother-in-law works near a chicken place that makes some pretty amazing sandwiches, and my eldest son is an expert at convincing her to go and get him one. And my mother-in-law, kindhearted person that she is, always picks up something for me and my wife, too. That’s why she’s awesome. Winslow clearly lives near a similar chicken place. Maybe even the same chicken place? I’m not entirely sure.

Happy Valentine’s Day, everyone! I hope your day is filled with smoochin’.

I’ve always found the breeding mechanics in the Pokemon games to be hilarious; we’re basically spending hours of video game time waiting for our Pokemon to have sex, and periodically picking up the resulting eggs.

Winslow isn’t typically very picky with his food, so I don’t know why he’s suddenly so interested in the history of corn. Unless he had a bad experience with corn in the past. Maybe he was mugged by a particularly aggressive bag of corn when he was younger?

It’s always hard getting back into the swing of things after the festivities of late December and early January. Winslow regularly has this issue, despite not having a steady job.