5th grade talent show. I might have cried a bit. Also, are the fluorescent lights even louder than normal or is it just me needing to up my ADD meds?
*breaks glass; deploys the Emergency Stoat*
100 Must-Read Books About Mental Illness bit.ly/1WcdxUc
After your husband reads @TheBloggess
books he buys you an amazing gift. Her name is Rosie Rat and I love her.
The morning after a very rough night.
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This goes with my blog post today. I suck at this.
So...nothing like this, I'm assuming...
My great-grandparents. They taught me how to play dominoes and tame bees. #throwbackthursday
Look at twitter, being all helpful and motherly when I wrote my last tweet. "SEND A NEWT, JENNY. NEWT. NOT NUDE."
Me: "Time to get up." Hunter S Thomcat: "Lemme think about it. Nope."
Me: Time to get up. Hunter S Thomcat: Lemme think about it. Nope.
When you turn in the big project you've been wracked with self-doubt about and your editor loves it.
I feel like I'm intruding in my own kitchen. "I'll just see myself out. I didn't know this room was reserved."
Signs that make you pause. This is from our last family road trip. Go to today's blog post for more. (And also a chance to win a road trip from #bluelizardsunscreen.) I'm not sure if this counts as an ad, but it's a bad-ass ad so you have to forgive me.
If you aren't my parents or grandparents you can skip this. Hailey's choir performance. She's in the back row.
Last stop on the road trip. Recognize the house?
But my favorite part of renaissance festivals remains out-of-context people watching. Fairies texting. Knights eating fried macaroni on a stick. Queens in port-o-potties. Mythical beasts looking for good parking.
This lady made her wings out of paper plates and coffee filters and it looks fancier than my wedding dress.