This is the best thing that has happened to me today.

I managed to go to South Africa for the first time back in May. There was a park I drove through, and I wound up driving through a herd of elephants. Amazing.

Having recently seen many, many baby elephants in person in the wild, I can tell you they fill my heart with such love there's hardly room for blood to circulate.

In my professional dog trainer opinion: Yes. 90% of dogs have one of these names.

Charlie has found the key to immortality: sleeping 23 out of the 24 hours in a day.

Wee Jenkins (not on the list!) the Bearded Wonder is also here to assist our group therapy.

This is my Lucy:

This made me disproportionately sad.

You should come to my house and eat cheeses with me.

That's not a teddy bear, that's the most adorable Ewok I have ever seen.

I thought it was an advertisement. I'll go put on the tea and set us up for some bridge.

To take the edge off of the disappointment.

That would be a great superpower.

I would be eating them from a bucket in my sweatpants listening to aggressive voicemails from my mother.

That shoot wouldn't last long, I'd be nibbling away until there were only tiny, tiny areola sized latkes left. Even then, I'm not that modest.

Who am I kidding. It'd just be photos of me sitting in my underwear eating potato pancakes and crying.

Fraulein Oktober appears to have been put to work in a factory without the appropriate safety equipment. Not cool, Bavarian Farmers' Association. Not cool.

I heard the cat was sitting right there with them when she asked him to go to a movie and she didn't even think to invite the cat.

Shit shit shit. So as a kid I was cynical as fuck. Picture Daria but a decade younger. My mom used to read me that book all the time and without fail I'd be hiding tears. Even talking about it as a more grown up person gets me. Idk what I'm supposed to do with this revelation except ugly cry under the covers.