Her book lives on the top of my dresser for fast consulting. Genius woman.

And East of Eden!

It does! I’ll be conducting some research into this, thanks!

You look AMAZING. As a short-to-average height woman with large(r) boobs, I am envious of this maxi-dress wizardry. Is there perhaps a link to a business where I can purchase one of my own?

Tailor all the things! Every pair of my jeans has been hemmed and had the waistband taken in so they, ya know, fit.

You mean to say Taylor HASN’T tweeted you? I’ve been lurking in these parts for many moons, and that shocks me somehow. She’s missing out.

It’s not just city folk, either. I would LOVE for the boyfriend to get himself a dishwasher, but the cabin in the woods just doesn’t have the space. Maybe I can take all the dishes in a big bus tub to my house, wash them there, and bring them back? Or ... yeah, overkill.

Life goal = achieved!

I probably still would have said the same thing, let’s be honest, for it is a truth universally acknowledged that Chris Pratt cannot be emphasized enough.

But mostly Chris Pratt. ::swoon::

Dying! I love it.

You are my people.

If it was a fainting goat, it would have fainted from its own adorableness. (It’s a Nigerian dwarf, if I remember correctly. So so so soft.)

They had them 2-3 times a summer, whenever the does had kids. (Also, I would like to be where your username is. I love it up there!)

I KNOW RIGHT?

Not completely related, but speaking of baby animals and instant zen, here is a local farmer from our area (north bay) holding a snoozing three-day-old baby goat. I miss being in their CSA. Goat cuddling days were the best.

It WAS terrible, wasn’t it? I just wrapped up a total of fifteen years of it, if you count my high school job of working in the movie theater, which I do. (I also just realized: today is my two-month anniversary at the first non-customer service job of my life. Hooray! Perfect timing.)

You’re a stronger person than I am, and you have quite the gift for crafting detail — excellent imagery! Me, I usually dealt with it by excusing myself for a moment and going and pounding half a glass of sparkling wine. It’s impossible to feel bad about the world when you’ve got bubble euphoria.

Exactly. That many is too many.

That face probably goes hand-in-hand with my customer service voice, which is approximately four octaves higher than my normal speaking voice.