is what throw pillows are for.  

And one from the side…

I Kneed This Bumper Sticker

Just in case anyone was wondering about a gift for me… Ahem… Valentine’s or other wise… Just an idea.


The Interminable Lines at the Aurora Borealis

This is a little conversation I had with my boyfriend via text this morning (is it still okay to call someone in their mid-forties your “boyfriend?”). He is in the Pacific Northwest for work this week and his mother sent him a request.

I think that it is self explanatory, except for one inside joke that he references. It has to do with the fact that, a few years ago, my mother used to refer to the entire internet as “The Email.” I think we have her trained out of that now. She may still think that Bluetooth headsets are what people are referring to when they talk about “ear-pods,” but I’m not sure. I’ll have to check in with her about that one.





I know what you are thinking, and you are correct: we ARE assholes.

Oh, Barbie…

Dear Barbie,

I saw you in the store last weekend, and I have to tell you I’m a little disappointed in you. I know you are under a lot of pressure from your boss because sales have been low, and you never pretended to be the classiest act in the toy aisle, but this is just sad. And don’t give me that story about having student loan payments to make, because we all know THAT isn’t true.

At least you have some Mardi Gras beads on. That’s one thing we can say for you, Honey. You always know how to accessorize.


Subscribe to Blog via Email

Enter your email address to subscribe to this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

Join 121 other subscribers

Recent Comments

Rachel Lewis on The Other Boats
Gina Weaver on The Birdbath: A Work in Progre…
Hannah on The Other Boats
Gina Weaver on A Moment of Introversion
Gina Weaver on Empty Boats