Most guys are going out to see that damn movie today, so just shove yours out the door and go, “Have some popcorn. It’s on me.”
I already have want I want this year, but that doesn’t ever stop me from window shopping. Especially to take my mind off of what I just wrote in this post.
From the library of Heather B. Armstrong who will get to the book your publisher sent me, just give me a few years.
I’m going to lure you with this innocent picture of Coco into a deranged and diagnosable seven-minute span of my day. Let’s do this.
This ornament is going to make my friend Leah so goddamn happy. Better than a gif of a naked baby bear dancing to the Bee Gees.
Next, I’m buying some Pop Rocks and soda and we are going to party.
If the eleven-year-old Heather could witness this future she’d totally forgive the fact that she ended up living in Utah.
No animal was injured in the unwrapping of this Christmas morning.
Santa is obviously a huge fan of Pinterest, you guys. What a sheep.
Despite all appearances, we are not hunkered down here with guns and cannons and flaming menorahs.