I’ve never been able to smell. It’s always weird to hear others talk about the scent of something because I honestly have no idea what they’re talking about. For somebody who can smell it could probably be a great thing. It just seems like an alien and somewhat creepy concept to me.

Across the internet, I’m sorry you have been through so much these last few years.

I have very carefully kept a powderpuff with some pressed powder in my room for over a decade now. Sometimes I just need to smell grandma.

Exactly. And a lot of ideas that sound great before a loved one dies would seem impossible and ridiculous during early grief, when it’s hard enough to answer the phone or take a shower.

Mock all you want, but this is genius. When we were cleaning out my mother’s closet I kept catching hints of her smell and crying. I would give anything to be able to have that connection last.

Sorry about your mum.

Hmm.

Scent memories can be powerful, but I can’t imagine a person, in the early stages of grief, Googling this up and following through on it.

When I was really little, I was the flowergirl in one of my aunts’ weddings, and I caught the bouquet. I ended up dancing with a friend of my uncle’s who was probably in his mid-20s, but he was a good sport about it. I stood on his shoes and he spun me around, and I had a blast.

Would going in for the garter and coming out with a giant pair of granny panties be considered funny or unacceptable? I’m asking for a friend.

Something similar happened to me, only it was my cousin, who for some reason was fed an adult-sized portion of port wine cheese before a long car ride (he was 5 or six). He fell into a cheese coma, rolled over on me, muttered ‘silly pancake,’ then puked up his adult-sized portion of port wine cheese all over me.

On a long, long road trip when we were kids, my brother puked on me somewhere between Denver and Omaha. I relive that nightmare every time I see Handi-Snacks.

Can we take a timeout for a second to talk about solutions? Seriously. I know #notallpolice and #notallblackpeople and whatever the fuck else. But, in all seriousness, where the hell are the decent police officers who see this and say “no...not a good representation and this isn’t what we do” to reclaim the narrative?…

It’s pretty hard to watch. There is a tiny bit of levity when the cop trips while rushing to yell at some teenagers, trips and tries to turn it into a barrel roll/army crawl.

My half marathon went well on Sunday, fifteen minutes faster than the one in April, and! I did not get sick afterwards. I didn’t want to push myself too much, and I just enjoyed the nice run along the shore. My husband ran with me, even though I slow him down, and he picked up an extra cup of water at each water…

That’s so awful and I am so sorry. My heart breaks for you. I’m sending warm thoughts and a photo of my cat Figaro for the fuzzies.

God now I want ice cream so badly.

You guyssss, I finally got a doggie! Went to the shelter on Monday, she was ready on Thursday. We’re getting along great, she likes the kids and she’s the sweetest thing. Meet Amy:

Happy Saturday, everyone!

I am so happy right now. I finally have a Saturday night with no obligations, so I’m ordering enough pizza for 3 people, opening a bottle of wine, and catching up on my DVR’d episodes of Orphan Black. INTROVERT HEAVEN.