On one hand I feel alone, and I will probably never find anyone ever again with the same appreciation I have for the world smallest dear.
On the other had:
My Netflix account has been emancipated from the tyranny of joint custody.
Hygiene standards after 7 on weeknights are lower.
I can enjoy stupid comedies without guilt or ridicule.
I can revel in my enjoyment of cars.
A bottle of kettle lasts me longer (sort of).
Hmm...
maybe other things.
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