The government should be handing out free therapy lights to every home in The Northeast.
I want to read someone’s master’s thesis on this phenomenon.
Will work nicely with all the Instagram photos of ice cream cones, bicycles, and sprigs of rosemary.
I could just tell her, you know what? Eat the school lunch. BUT THEN SHE WOULD NEVER EAT LUNCH.
Some of you may remember the video I’ve embedded in this post and you’re either going to love me or hate me for it.
Daydreaming of all things crisp and fresh for the dark mornings of winter.
Wherein I the cashier at the grocery store and I become best friends forever.
You went to the gym yesterday for the first time in a long time, admit it. You did.
A gift guide that somehow ends up being about the obvious benefits of consensual homosexual polygamy.
My child is at school which means she is not attached to my body which means I can take a moment to entertain myself.