My friend Sarah expounds further on her kryptonite: “This scent made my house smell like I was richer and less worried than I am, which is not at all and very. Of course then they discontinued it.”
“I guarantee you she has been playing this role since Amy T. locked herself in the bathroom at Amy J.’s slumber party in fourth grade. That’s when she learned what got her off, and she has been seeking it out like a junkie every since.”
“I am stronger now not because the feeling is any less intense than it was years ago, but because I understand it. I know it will go away and that alone has saved me.”
A bittersweet milestone, one that is tearing me up as much as it is confusing for her.
This week’s link roundup. This one could just be a whole bunch of animated GIFs about how happy I am that it’s Friday. Just picture me face down in some sort of Paleo dessert.
“I just want four walls and adobe slabs for my girls.”
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In this week’s edition: Tinder profiles recreated, photos of modern-day Dandies, some of the brilliant writing and acting on “Parks and Recreation,” and the dog costume to beat all dog costumes.
There’s a way to start off a school year, and then there is the Heather B. Armstrong way.
“You must have loaded the gun. You knew where to put the bullets. And how to do whatever you need to do to get a bullet in the chamber. And then actually decide that this is it. That you are done.”