Lambs are so fucking cute. I moved to Scotland last year and this is my first lamb season—I have never squeed so much in my life. They are wondrously springy and I love watching them bouncing around the fields when I’m riding past on the train. My partner has a bunch of sheep farmers in his family and they invited us…

And a hedgehog. And a turtle. And a hermit crab.

I WANT A LAMB.
And a goat. And a snake. And a bird.

Midway through page 3 of 9 she states, “we are Floridian-Americans”. That was enough for me.

This is probably the best-placed "lol" I've ever seen.

On takeoff, I start by reading a magazine. Not a book— too involved. Must have pictures. Then once we are actually gaining speed, I start a breathing exercise that I threw together after a couple yoga sessions and a few internet articles about anxiety or something. Basically I concentrate on breathing in and out and…

And I will pay Khia to school my childhood friend Jukey on the correct lyrics to “My Neck, My Back” which, despite what MTV played, are not “My neck, my back, lick my uuuuuuuhhhhhhh, just like that,” Jukey!

honestly the two most shocking things about this episode were:

Problem solved.

Speaking of Matthew, Montgomery was one of the first writers I read who really got the shy personality—how they actually like conversation if they’re not the focus of it, how just buying the same thing in the store every week can be excruciating, how you have to work to appreciate them.

I am in the depths of despair.

I know! I was so happy losing myself in memories of that series, reminiscing about how I loved Anne’s and Diana’s friendship, how I had a crush on Gilbert (of course), the beautiful scenery, the gorgeous clothes that I wanted more than I wanted to marry Gilbert, the music playing in my head and images of Anne and…

I knew Crombie, not friends, just acquainted as folks in show business in Toronto, and we’re all pretty crushed. He was very sweet and hysterically funny, like can’t catch your breath funny, and he will be missed by many.

Somewhere in my closet there is a picture of Gilbert and I and some friends all drunk at a Mexican restaurant. He was wearing a sombrero that he stole off the wall. And no, he didn’t mind being called Gilbert all night. Definitely a highlight of any Canadian girls life. Must go find that picture.

I just pulled out the huge box set of all the Green Gable books I got when I was little and we went on a family vacation to Prince Edward Island. This re-read is in your honor, Crombie.

Did he dip your pigtails in the ink well?

Same. My husband and I met as teenagers, and I sometimes wonder if he was really that bad, or did I hate him just so we could be like Anne and Gilbert? Sigh. Those books (and the miniseries) were a HUGE part of my life. Book Gilbert and movie Gilbert were my first loves. I am in the depths of despair.

I feel a binge watch coming on, but might need to go buy more tissues first. So sad to hear about Jonathan Crombie. I’m in the depths of despair.