I want a sweater!
Want to win one of these Late Night Christmas sweaters? Here’s the deal:
We found some beautiful bonus Christmas sweaters backstage and, because we love the Tumblr FalPals, we’re giving two of them away this week!
All you have to do is reply to this post with, “I want a sweater!” and you’re entered! We’ll reach out to winners on Friday (December 13). Here are all the rules and regs (you need to live in the US and be 18 years old, basically).
So, who wants a sweater?
Last call for sweaters!
"Dogs are great. Bad dogs, if you can really call them that, are perhaps the greatest of them all." -John Grogan
Today I lost one of my best friends. He’s been my constant companion since I was in second grade. He wasn’t the most well-behaved, running away the second you took your eyes off him, and he was more destructive than that bull in a china shop, but he was mine, the dog i had wanted all of my life. Shadow was playful and loud, silly and crazy. He loved running on the beach, chasing a ball or frisbee, or both, into the ocean, the perfect example of a retriever, always happy to bring it back for you to throw one more time, or fifty.
Shadow was our clearance puppy and maybe that should have been the first indication that we were getting a maniac for a dog, but we loved him anyway. He was the runt of the litter and when he was a puppy he chewed anything and everything. He turned every stolen sock or shoe into a game and even when it was annoying and we wanted to scream, and sometimes did, he kept doing it and had fun every single time.
He never really grew up. Shadow always looked and acted like an eternal puppy. He jumped on our trampoline and at the sliding glass door, always wanting to be where everyone else was.
I loved this dog and will always love and miss him. I’ll miss the way he would burst through any closed door, wagging his whip-like tail, because he finally got to his people. I’ll miss the way he was always there, silently, and sometimes loudly, supporting us through so much. He was there for births, deaths, bad days and good. He lived up to his name, always following us around just like a shadow, which often resulted in someone stepping on him at least once a day.
Though he wasn’t perfect by any means, he was loyal and protective of his family. We loved him and he loved us right back. Of course he will never get to see this but I am positive that he knew just how much he meant to us for almost 13 years and how greatly he’ll be missed. Thank you, Shadow, for being the greatest of them all.
Rest in peace, sweet Shaddy boy. I love you.
Shadow Socks (January 12, 2001-November 21, 2013)
single bells single bells single all the way
oh what fun it is to ride nothing because I’m fucking single
JL: God, remember when your mom didn’t order that pizza that one time and I was so mad.
JH: I do, you had to walk way. [x]