I want to get this tattooed on my forehead for all to see.

You can spot most of her dresses a mile away. But to be fair, she does have a couple that I like.

It’s like the mantra of Pnina Tornai.

“Are you really biblically child-oriented and putting Christ first when you have the opportunity to stay at home and you choose NOT to? When in fact, you choose to make your life even busier? When you focus on your own dreams and career?”

Judges are the lords of their own tiny kingdoms, and some of them REALLY let it go to their heads, unfortunately.

Totally tangential, but I was explaining to a (male!) friend that my fiance and I aren’t planning on having kids. He got all flustered and upset, because he thinks we owe children to the human race or something, and he actually said, “what if your parents had decided not to have kids?” Well, then we wouldn’t be having…

I was thinking about walking down the aisle to Louis Armstrong’s version, but now I’m thinking “These Days” by Nico.

“I really LOOOOOOVE YOOUUUUUUUU!!!!” That song is ridiculous. :-)

FUN! Also I love your wedding dress, it reminds me of Lord of the Rings.

We’re doing Just One Look by Doris Troy. Soul jams are the best jams.

That’s what we’re using.

Agreed that White Castle isn’t particularly good...but I’m not that crazy about In-N-Out either.

AMAZING. She is everything.

I used to meticulously groom. Now I’m 5 years into a relationship, he doesn’t mind either way, and I just usually can’t be bothered anymore.

(Not you, Bobby, the tabloids.)

WHAT is the tabloid obsession with Jon Benet-Ramsey?? She was a lovely little girl, it’s horrible that she was killed. But I DO NOT UNDERSTAND why I still see it in the grocery checkout lane every damn week like she was the fucking infant messiah. Leave her and her poor family alone, you vultures.

It is SO HARD for me to ask for money. No one ever told me I wasn’t deserving of a raise or anything, but it’s this ingrained thing that my work is only worthy of the leftovers, and I have no right to make demands. Every time money comes up, I disappoint myself with how uncomfortable it makes me.

I’m a Katie...but you can call me Snarky Caroline if you want. :-)

She’s a fucking glamazon goddess and people are morons.

This is a goddamn miracle.