My parents did the same! I remember I once, while grounded, I stayed hom sick from school just so I could read. When my dad came home unexpectedly in the middle of the day and caught me with a non-schoolwork book, I was in HUUUUUGE trouble. Dads: sometimes they build you ladders, sometimes they lock your books in the…

I think it's awesome!

When my late husband and I once moved from half a house into a studio apartment, I got rid of 15 boxes of books. I have regretted it ever since ... it was almost twelve years ago, now.

I always wanted a bunk bed! But I ain't complaining either.

My best "toy" was my little sister. I could get her to do ANYTHING.

Mine were books. I had a LOT of books. My parents built me a set of shelves that ran along the very top of the walls in my bedroom, and then my father built me a ladder. I spent so much time at the top of that ladder; perusing, reading, and just enjoying the view from 9 feet up in the air. It was amazing.

Well, they don't HAVE to, but sometimes they like to, when they think no one is looking.

The crown? No crown here in good 'ol 'Murrica.

It doesn't. It takes one engineer for the tea cozy promotions, 49 engineers to promote tea cozy resellers, and 50 engineers to prevent actual artisans from ever having a fucking chance.

I'm with you. I think she looks lovely. But I am most certainly old, so whatever.

I actually used to just wear bow ties. I had some really crazy ones that had belonged to my dad in the '70s, I wore the HELL out of them, and it was awesome.

This is the silliest frog I have ever seen! And also, other pictures prove it is VASTLY GRUMPY. What's not to love?

Well, now all I want out of today is to watch "The Station Agent."

A weird sense of satisfaction.

Turn. Your. Damn. Phone!

Deal! I'll bring snacks.

Excuse me. I need to take a quick trip to Nashville to steal a baby tapir.

I don't carry a purse, really. I believe in pockets! Today in my pockets:

I wonder what's happening in their brains when they do this.

I have actually done this. Ok, I haven't made a full sweater, but I did spin some Samoyed fur into yarn and knit it into a little lace sampler. It was hairy, but had a nice bloom and was very soft. Weirdly, one of my mother's cats "adopted" that little square and would carry it around with her and groom it.