I forced myself to put on real pants to avoid slothfulness as I’m doing a bit of work in the morning, and everybody knows pajama pants are the world’s greatest killer of productivity.
Terribly busy, sorry. Freelance projects to finish, dinner this evening with Angel and her husband who are back from South Korea and Hawaii, and I’ve got a fit in a shower at some point. Nothing but glamor happening over here, kittens. How are you weekends looking?
GOLDFISH CRACKERS. Sorry…did I just reveal an addiction?
Yes to love, yes to life, yes to staying in more! I’m just over a week away from 27…and I endorse this message.
In the dear dead PD days gone by, I became familiar with creepers. Or did I?
English is a language comprised entirely of exceptions rather than rules.
Two please. Also, can we hear it for the girls? A couple of weeks ago a girl who invented an app to hide TV spoilers on Twitter and now this.
I love English, I love its history and the rule exceptions, and just how it sounds. But I am 100% in favor of introducing some of these – “grief bacon” in particular – for precision’s sake.
Love these houses, almost taken straight from Homer’s account of Penelope and Odysseus’ bed.
Ladies swag. Regency/Victorian/Edwardian style.