This kind of thing gets me EVERY time. Something about "you should be eating one another, but you're not, so technically that makes you both really stupid because one of you should be running and the other should be enjoying lunch but instead you're CUDDLING and how FUCKING CUTE is that?" brings out girl in me without fail.

Even this one gets to me:

Though it kind of begs the question as to where exactly the piglets got those cute little coats from.

For anyone that ever finds them self in the horrible position of dating me, printing out these pictures would be an excellent tool for emotional blackmail during screaming matches. While fighting is normally one of things that I absolutely excel at, seeing one of these pictures for even the briefest of seconds would no doubt shut me down and reduce me to a blubbering pile of tears. In other words: OWNED.

Because we all know that in mature adult relationships? The first person to make the other one cry WINS!

And by now I think you all know that I really, really like winning.

Oh, and a Saturday post? You're welcome! I'm actually at work (which explains why I'm up before 4pm), it's quite slow, and well, I had to do something other than MY JOB. (Kidding, coworkers! You know I'm a paragon of productivity. Right? Guys?)

I'm working very hard, in fact, in the back room, sipping iced coffee, and being completely and utterly unable to stop listening to this song. (Yes, I just plugged this band yesterday, but some of you are so damn stubborn! Give a chance for the piano to come in. Wonderful, creepy stuff.)

Enjoy.