I would say, "Hot dayum".

To quote Glen Benetton, "Call your mother. We're getting married".

Wrong wrong wrong. Everything about this is perfection.

I am so right there with you, girlfriend. I see pictures now and wonder why I wasn't running around in a thong all day long.

Agreed on both points. Warning, never marry someone who thinks Twizzlers are real licorice. That argument will resurface again and again.

I just said that! Twizzlers are non-red licorice flavored red licorice!

That's because Pocky rawks! Twizzlers are not even real candy.

Artless, you are a person after my own heart. I love pajamas.

No, you bought Red Vines which are infinitely better than Twizzlers. Twizzlers suck. They are non-red licorice flavored red licorice.

Alright already. And poo.

True story: My brother is married to our cousin. (We didn't grow up around our extended family.)

That you love me?

The you'll have to decide if a dude is Herbal Essences-worthy.

Weird coinckydink of the day: I walked into the most adorable store in downtown Portlandia and they were jammin' "Purple Rain" On vinyl. I laughed and laughed.

Actually, you can. He may one fall out of love with me one day but I know he would handle it with honesty and respect. Twenty years doesn't lie.

This is embarrassing but I'm sure my issue stems from this incredibly silly terrycloth "lounge-wear" dress thing my mother made me when I was two-ish. (She had one that matched.) Mine was two hand towels sewn together at the neck with washcloths for sleeves. Her's was two bath towels with the hand towels for sleeves.…

I literally dream of being unable to remove long sleeved, turtlenecked, neoprene shirts. In my dreams, I am begging someone to remove it for me over my head or cut it off. I admit I am crazy.

I woke up with a really bizarre rash across my eyelid and down into the corner of my eye. Otherwise, it's a pretty good day. Sorry.

I would totes buy you a croissant or a million pens or something if I could. Frowny face. My dentist hates me, too. I'm sure that you are rad as fuck. Do not let the patriarchy keep you down.

I've totally done that. I have a "thing" about too-tight clothing and constricting shirts. I was zipping up my jacket and my very awesome blouse got caught in the zipper. I completely panicked, grabbed the scissors and started hacking away. Afterwards, my co-workers kindly turned away when our eyes met.