Yeah, that’s why I wear a ponytail.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and waving, but instead of their normal walking stance, they are leaning their heads toward one another, and their antennae are tangled together. They do not seem to mind.
The text reads: “Sometimes while holding hands, the buggs get tangled.”
Oh, wait, it totally is.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and waving in the midst of a lovely winter’s evening, complete with gently falling snow and a crescent moon.
The text reads: “Just because. Buggs holding hands in SNOW! With a moon!”
Because I love them so.
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It is classic Buggs: Holding hands and waving.
The text reads: “AND … Buggs”
I swear to you, Loki and I are going to be 90, hobbling down the road … still holding hands.
And so will the Buggs.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands, their non-hand-holding hands raised in a wave. They are both smiling, because holding hands is a happiness.
The text reads: “More Buggs holding hands.”
It is a source of great happiness to me, yes!
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands, while Mr Bugg waves. It is a classic pose.
The text reads: “Sometimes the buggs think you might like to see hand holding buggs.”
The jury is out on the relative level of awesome in this new type of kiss.
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Mr Bugg has leaned in close to Mrs Bugg. He has pressed his puckered lips to her cheek, and they are flapping as he blows through them forcefully, making a raspberry sound. Mrs Bugg, meanwhile, is throwing her arms up in shock, while her eyes are asterisks, also of shock. It is impossible to determine from context if she is enjoying this experience.
The text reads: “Mr Bugg has found an awesome new way to kiss … without biting.”
You can face anything with your sweetie beside you. Anything.
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Mr Bugg has had half his front teeth knocked out, and his right arm is in a cast suspended in a sling around his neck, but he is undaunted. Mrs Bugg has her left leg in a cast, and is rocking a single crutch, so she can hold hands with Mr Bugg. She is smiling; they are both clearly ready for what’s next, whatever that may be.
The text reads: “Sometimes the Buggs get their ass kicked by life … but they still have each other.”
Mr Bugg. Mrs Bugg. The corndogg. Happiness.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and smiling. The corndogg walks ahead of them, clearly enjoying himself.
The text reads: “And then buggs.”
And who can blame them? Spooning is awesome.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are viewed from above, each lying on their side in bed. Mr Bugg has scootched his body up against Mrs Bugg’s, in approved spooning fashion.
The text reads: “Sometimes the Buggs five up on making Loki sleep and just go to bed where they can spoon.”
This seems to be implying that Mrs Bugg would throw a sucker punch, which I am sure would not be the case.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and waving, smiling happily. Mr Bugg has quite a large black eye, but is smiling nonetheless.
The text reads: “The Buggs have woken up from their Bugg Juice hangover and are friends again, regardless of last minute sucker punches.”
I don’t mind when there’s nothing good in Bugg history for them to cosplay, because hand-holding buggs make me smile.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands as they smile and wave.
The text reads: “And some Buggs holding hands to start your week.”
It looks like Mrs Bugg’s car was a bit bigger than my CRX, but, like my CRX, was packed literally to the roof. I bet she had to have her books shipped separately, too.
One day I shall write up all the silly things that happened on that trip, but here are some bullet-point highlights of that 22-hour nonstop drive:
Ahh, memories.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are crammed into a small car, into which is also crammed way too many boxes of stuff. You can tell they have not yet set off, as the antennae on the hood are still pointing forward, and have not been blown backwards by the seventy mile an hour winds they will soon encounter.
The text reads: “Bugtober 25, 1992: On this day, the Buggs left the swamp to go live in the desert. Silly drive with lots of silly.”
True story: 21 years ago on that day (October 23), Loki arrived in the Swamp to spirit me away to the desert and end my exile.
AWWWWWWWWWW.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and waving. They look quite pleased.
The text reads: “Buggs holding hands and thinking of the Great Swamp Rescue. The buggs are happy Loki went to get you.”
It’s harder to do this in Arizona, where there are mostly either zero clouds, or ALL THE CLOUDS.
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We see Mr and Mrs Bugg from behind. They are holding hands, leaning their heads towards one another, while Mr Bugg points out what looks like a stegosaurus in the clouds. Somehow it has antennae, for reasons upon which I do not wish to speculate.
The text reads: “Sometimes Mr Bugg points out what clouds look like.”
Have they picked out their favorite stars?
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We are looking over the shoulders of Mr and Mrs Bugg as they gaze at a sky bright with hundreds of stars. They are holding hands, and Mrs Bugg is pointing at a lovely constellation that is, not surprisingly, shaped like a bugg.
The text reads: “Sometimes the buggs look at stars.”
Does it get any better than this? I submit to you: It does not.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands, walking in the rain. Mrs Bugg is also holding the leash of the corndogg, who is straining to go faster because if they don’t hurry up they will miss something good.
The text reads: “And as a bonus, walking the corndog in the rain.”
Poor Mr Bugg. Feeling loved should be a wonderful feeling, not an awkward one!
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Mr Bugg stands with his hands clasped to his side in an agony of awkwardness, his mouth twisted in a painful smile. He is also possibly drooling. Meanwhile, Mrs Bugg stands, hands clasped by her cheek, hearts pouring from her head in a visible expression of her love for Mr Bugg.
The text reads: “Sometimes, Mr Bugg feels awkward when he is loved.”
Me too! These little daily smiles really do make my day better.
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and smiling.
The text reads: “Sometimes I have nothing and I just draw buggs holding hands … and I feel better.”
Sometimes she knows, Mr Bugg.
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Mr Bugg kneels beside a bed, in which Mrs Bugg is sleeping peacefully under the covers. His lips are puckered and he is clearly about to deliver a kiss.
The text reads: “Sometimes, Mr Bugg sneaks in like a ninja to steal a kiss that Mrs Bugg never knows about.”
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Because the simple things are best, amirite?
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Mr and Mrs Bugg are holding hands and waving. What more could you possibly want?
The text reads: “Just Buggs”