I want both of them to be my best friend.

Also, I can kill him with my brain.

When I was much younger I could JUST BARELY touch the tip of my nose with the tip of my tongue. I just tried for the first time in years and not only have I lost that skill, my jaws now hurt. Getting old sucks.

The dog just asked me for five bags of snausages, the mail man, and the cat. I feel like that's a bit much.

Two by two, hands of blue...

Starting to think next year's March Madness should be exotic adorable animals vs domestic adorable animals. Personally I'm team kitten but I bet sloths could go pretty far.

He got a bachelor's degree in 2009, so I'd peg him at about 25.

I love working for a small nonprofit for the same reason. I've had kind of a rough couple of years healthwise and always seem to require more time off than I plan for. It's never an issue. There's never the "Ok I get you don't feel well but can you do this and this and that anyway?" email. When I came down with mono…

High-fives for positive change!

Me liking a thing and finding it weird are not mutually exclusive.

Please leave my eyes alone. I would continue to work if I won the lottery. Why? Because I'd quit my job and start a totally rad nonprofit or two with the funds. And then once it's off the ground I'd be mostly hands-off and do a lot of volunteer work at other nonprofits instead.

My ex-boyfriend feels similarly. He gets around the whole "contributing member of society" thing by living in an anarchist collective and eating out of the trash. Needless to say even if he did want to work it'd be hard to find an employer who was ok with the smell.

ROAD TRIP!

This topic has been a hot one over the last few months in my office. We are four women who run a statewide nonprofit and occasionally we get a big bag of shit dumped in our collective laps. Two of the positions are director-level and are salaried. Two of them are support positions and were hourly.

I like the idea of Charlotte Ronson's dress, but in execution it makes her look like she has terrible posture. Or perhaps she just has terrible posture. It's hard to tell.

I went to a Very Fancy pizza place in a part of town I rarely go near. Then I found out this place does cheap date night on Sundays: share an app, salad, pie, and dessert for under $30. And then I was like...can it be Sunday three times a week?

That was my first thought too. Those poor pups.

Now you know how I feel every time I read a Ryan Gosling post.

It was...yeah. I felt like I needed a moment alone with that sundae and maybe some rose petals and scented candles.

I had a truly astonishing cookie dough sundae last night with vanilla ice cream and real whipped cream and caramel. The bowl was hot so the cookie baked a little while I was eating it. True story. I am going to savor that moment even more now...