For a while there, I was convinced that I would name my firstborn Ayla. Oh, Clan of the Cave Bear...

This would be awesome if the shoulder seams weren't so weirdly placed. Makes her look hunched over.

No. Not nice. Weird and awkward and just no.

It makes me want spiked hot cocoa and crackling fires and board games and snowy outsides. I think I am missing my Minnesotan roots...

I love Jeff's adorable hand-knit sweater.

Let's add a nice bottle of Scotch to that mix. And instead of the hot tub, cozy couches with a crackling fire and all of them giving me excellent life advice and me pretending they are all my uncles. And Patrick Stewart is the one I have confusing crush on (confusing because he is my pretend-uncle).

"underground caves," eh?

Oh, all those books are totally warped and fucked up. And I absolutely LOVED them when I was a kid.

Me, too. And I'm a diehard sci-fi/fantasy fan, but I was bored to tears.

I do it the same way! Possibly while I'm at work. Ahem.

Autoplay videos are EEEEEEVVVIILLLLLLLLL.

Baby Sweets!

I do not know! I think one of the actual cooks/chefs around here will have to tackle that one.

I am so in love with the fade-out action here.

Let's also talk about her cute fashions in this pic. And cute hairs. I would rock the whole look, 70+ years later.

Oh bummer to not have an oven. :-(

Bless you, Laura, for the Bjork video, and bless Bjork for being such a talented weirdo.

I'll be right over.

I will pretty much take potatoes any way I can get them.

Seriously. The boiling + smashed roasting thing creates an amazing combo of creamy smooth insides and crispety crunchety outsides. Don't skimp on the olive oil or whatever you use.