Paint Chips

On many occasions in my life, I've been on the receiving end of this question: "Did you eat paint chips as a kid?"

I think it's because I think differently than some and inquire about what others ignore. I'd liken my thought process to a Peter Griffin television tangent.

So, here are my paint chips: the pointless ponderings and useless observations that keep me counting sheep at night.

Thanks for checking in.
— Anthony Trimpe

Thu Sep 11
Okay, this one really cuts deep. My mother-in-law never knows what to get me for Christmas. She’s a seamstress so last year I asked that she sew me an adult-sized Onesie. You know, with the little white plastic footing? I was thinking some sort of Bengal stripes or something. She’s still working on it, but apparently, she missed her window: http://www.adultfootedpjs.com/

Okay, this one really cuts deep.

My mother-in-law never knows what to get me for Christmas. She’s a seamstress so last year I asked that she sew me an adult-sized Onesie. You know, with the little white plastic footing? I was thinking some sort of Bengal stripes or something. She’s still working on it, but apparently, she missed her window:

http://www.adultfootedpjs.com/

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