IKR? I’m so glad the second season of Crazy Ex-Girlfriend has been added to Netflix. I’m so ready.

Pretty sure it’s a Blythe:

Oh wow, that sounds fun. In my day, we just had an American Girls drama pack with printed scripts for plays about kids suffering from cholera and factory-induced lung conditions. You had to act them out yourself.

That, or “Fly? Yes. Land? NO.” Come on, guys.

Between all the plastic surgery and airbrushing and, it never feels like you’re looking at an actual naked lady when you look at a Playboy spread. Might as well be looking at those old Vargas paintings if it’s all going to be so artificial.

My super political in-laws gave us a crap ton of Penzey’s for Christmas. Ours is a very happy kitchen.

Kinda hoping he plays slinky villains when he grows up. He’s a beautiful kid.

For real. This dress was also on display and you can kind of see the cool acorn (?) details in this awful photo I found on Google:

One of them was the star of the movie Freaks, so he was a serious actor. Dunno what the other two were up to, but they also definitely had a noir-ish gangster quality.

Was it a euphemism for something?

Ooo, seriously. They displayed a few Crimson Peak dresses at Guillermo del Toro’s exhibition at LACMA (shame he didn’t take it on a national tour - so many amazing monster pieces). Jessica Chastain’s dresses had so much gorgeous detail. I wanted to just EAT the red one, it’s so lovely.

Oh, heck, I am a fish-eating fool, and even I consider canned tuna to be cat food only.

Catholic school sex ed seems like it’s actively designed to harm us. My 10th grade Religion teacher spent a semester on sex & “family” subjects and it was horrifying. She told us that IUDs would push through our uteri and stab our intestines, condoms were porous, and made us watch a very fake anti-abortion video that…

Don’t feel bad. The dry cleaners charged me $35 to clean mine, and they didn’t even get the vodka stain to fade. Should’ve just spritzed it with Febreze and hung it up.

I’m keeping mine in my closet with this ridiculous idea that I’ll wear it to a ballet/opera gala at some point. IDK when I expect to make millions and become a patron of the arts. I guess I should just wear it to a regular ballet performance, but I can’t see the thing fitting into a normal orchestra seat. I’d have to…

From The Twits, by Roald Dahl

I haven’t been this excited about a movie since “Liz & Dick.”

Yah, but it’s not a stable position for my little wrists, so I think I’ma stick to kicking people, for now.

Oh wow. THAT is what Suits is about? Does it at least have musical numbers?

I just said “mom” in place of “God.” [fist bump]