I have to say, Ghost Story is not my favorite Dresden so far, and only partly because of the obvious. Changes was just so … freaking powerful.
Wait. These carpet tiles look funky. This can’t be right.
Why didn’t I wear jeans today? Oh, right, guilt. I’m filthy.
Every time I see a photo of a celebrity they have their smart phones in their hands. Except Liev Schreiber. He’s always on his bike with his kid. Good for him.
I can’t take the constant daily affirmations.
Our card this year is fantastic. We’re hi-larious. I don’t care what anyone says.
I will eat a salad for lunch. I will eat a salad with chicken in it because if there’s one thing this girl needs, it’s protein.
Ugh. I’m coated in dust. It’s like a protective layer or something.
Hmm. No one unfriended me this week, so that’s interesting.
God I hope we never have to do this again.
duh duh duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh
Oh hey, there’s some sun.
Might be nice to have a little snow. THIS IS MICHIGAN, AFTER ALL.
It’s the end of the world as we know it … it’s the end of the world as we know it … it’s the end of the world as we know it …
AND I FEEL FINE
yeah. You’re welcome.
Huh. Creepy. Also really cool.
I hate it when people make copies and then leave the lid to the copier up. These are the same people who use the paper cutters with the 2 foot long blade on them and leave the blade up. It drives me crazy.
What’s this? A winter weather advisory? For Friday?!? Whatever.
I have too much stuff. But then. When I try to weed out the stuff. I can’t decide what stuff to de-stuffify. le sigh.
I don’t know. I don’t think the salad was really filling enough. The teeny tiny muffin that came with it was delicious though. I could have used a much much larger version of it. Of course, that sort of negates the whole salad thing …
Waist high snow drifts? I remember what that’s like.
Wow, I am really tired. So weird.
Scotch and pulled pork. Don’t mind if I do.
Right. Scotch. Then workout. Brilliant!
I think I need new tennis shoes again.
purple monkey dishwasher
Oh look! It was going through someone else’s head too.
I wish I spoke 7 languages fluently.
Mostly just so it would open up the possibilities of cussing.
Screw it. I’m wearing jeans tomorrow. Jeans and a sweatshirt. So there!
I can’t believe we even have to work the next two days. Or Friday at any rate.
“he looked like santa would probably look if mrs. claus divorced him and kept the house and elves”
I’m having a hard time with you today. I just am.
Hey! I got my calendars done before January this year! I probably ordered too many. I wonder if anyone wants a calendar.
I still haven’t managed to win any cowboy boots. I think I should accept my fate.
No, I will not call them cowgirl boots. That just seems weird.
I did not enjoy the scotch this evening. The company was fantastic. I think I was just too tired for scotch.
Somebody moved Bob!
It was just like it wasn’t like
I love you, Alibris.
I think I’ve met my lifetime tolerance quota on poop jokes. Really.
I need some ibuprofen.
Oh! Have a holly jolly merry happy humbug free Christmas! I’d give all 7 of you great big hugs if you were here. And you’d be happy, on account of I am a really good hugger. On those rare occasions that I hug. I’m not really a hugger, in general. But anyway. I totally would hug you. So. There you have it.