NAYVIE??????? No.

Ha, yes. And you said it much more creatively than I could. I came to the comments to say I've had enough of the damn open letters. Enough. Let's bring back the closed (?) letters. Or emails, or personal messages or texts or phone calls or any form of communication that does not air your business to the world. We know…

ohhhh, I get it.

HIIII!! So yeah, back in grad school (which seems like a million years ago now, even though it was like six months ago), I kept a therma-rest in my office and a giant pillow/cushion for napping right on the floor of my office. Not even hidden or anything, not even sorry.

Unrelated, but I heard you on NPR this morning, Erin. You were great!

This dress is perfection.

YES! I had a matching skirt with it. Gorgeous.

It gets easier.

Another day, another story of someone striking a cat.

This is it: my finest hour. I'm putting it on my CV.

Nah, my cats also like to "wrestle" my arm. We have slap fights. It's playing, and I'm the one who ends up getting hurt.

My pleasure :)

I had to google, because I consider myself brunette but what if I am brownette and wearing the wrong lipstick. I found a beauty blog (someone's blog, so, you know...grain of salt) (Link to post, which references an old Jezebel article as well):

Yes, yes it is.

Just somethin I found on a little place I like to call The Internet.

Lindy -

I know, right? Grad student diet was many variations of [nut]butter and jam. Favorites were almond butter and strawberry-champagne jam and cashew butter and lemon curd. Then while writing my dissertation and being unemployed it was peanut butter straight from the jar.

Yum. Almond butter and strawberry-champagne jam.