It's like she doesn't have any bones! Uh-mazing.

Boxer face! BOXER FACE!

Seriously. I need a drink and a fireplace so I can angrily throw that drink into the fireplace. Then I need another drink. For drinking.

My cat will go. to. town. on a chocolate chip cookie. He will systematically lick the whole thing and when it starts to crumble and break up from being soggy, he'll eat the mess. Also, graham crackers, grilled cheese sandwiches, bacon.

I sing it to my daughter, which might be worse. I just can't help myself. I love doing the jazz hands when I sing "It's Wren!" at the end.

In 4th grade we had to do a little bio worksheet that listed all our favorite stuff. Every single girl in my class listed Full House as their favorite show except me. Mine was Married with Children. I am pretty sure my parents got a phone call for that one.

I started outright laughing at Shower-Handel and am still snickering to myself several minutes later.

Oh you know, just this.

Ghost Story, by Peter Straub. I am not even sure how it ends because I stopped reading about three years ago and haven't gotten the will to pick it back up.

This is what he looked like before I fixed the cowl.

Late to the party but whatever. My little superhero last year.

I laugh because it keeps me from weeping.

Hawaii isn't another country. So asking people if they speak English because they are brown... that's raycess.

Great minds think alike! Thanks for finding the link.

There is a great Radiolab episode about the studies into microchimerism and how they determined that it is a good thing but also maybe a bad thing.

The trash monster! With Jerry from ER. That is one of my all-time favorite episodes.

No lie: This commercial made me fall off a treadmill the first time I saw it.

Rinse out poop? Throw that nastiness away. A 7 pack of superhero underpants is $15.

Wait, wait, wait. You mean there are things we DON'T know about Tyra yet?

To be fair, the food is pretty good there so I can see how dieting became a necessity. But seriously, as a former Smithie, I want to read the hell out of this.