What I’m up to:
– Anthony goes back to work on Monday. In preparation for this he shaved off the beard that had been growing the entire time he was on disability. At first I was sad but then I realized it was like having a brand new husband. Rawr.
– When Isobel wants a high-five, she holds up her hand and shouts SUPERCLAP! I don’t know. She made it up.
– Everything is kicking my ass lately. Allergies, migraines, anxiety, life. I’m having a hard time. I’ll get through it.
– Adam Steltzner: “We humans are toolmakers. Explorers. Agriculturalists. Pioneers. I want to say thank you to the blue shirts.” (And then I cried.) Mars Curiosity went off without a hitch. Let’s hear it for the blue shirts.
– Isobel is obsessed with the number three. Because she’s the number three, you know. Everything must be done three times, or in amounts of three. She squeals with joy when it’s 3 o’clock. She takes such joy in simple things. It’s adorable. She is soaring through her days, unscathed by life’s troubles. I hope to keep it this way for as long as possible.
– Ellen saw this extra special license plate while out and about.
– Speaking of Squirrelly, he is quickly becoming the longest cat I have ever seen. He still fits on my shoulders, and that’s all that matters.
Little Big Links:
My friend Ellen sent me this link to a dramatic reading of a Yelp review, which is all over the internet right now, but if you haven’t seen it, seriously, check it out. It’s brilliant. It immediately reminded me of the afternoon I wasted years ago, surfing from one awful review to the next, tears streaming down my face from crying. It’s a little long, but I have to post my favorite review here:
“I had to go to Turlock, which means one of two possible things.
I am a migrant farm worker or I am of middle eastern decent.
Turlock, for some odd reason, is like mecca for my peeps.
On the way home, the whole clan stopped in Modesto for some kabobs. And I do mean, the WHOLE clan.
Cousins, 2nd cousins, random dudes, 4th cousins twice removed. In our family, it all just defaults to “cousin.” I don’t even bothering asking my grandma who someone is. I just know the answer is going to be “he’s a cousin.”
What can I say. It’s in Modesto. Not sure why you’ll ever go there. But if you happen to be in the neighborhood, this is the only place I can actually vouch for. And it’s a good one.
Get the sampler and the chicken garlic kabobs.
For about a month after reading this I ended all my emails to my friend Angela with “Yogurt.”
Like vintage clothes? I recently met some local twin sisters who own Bigna Bizarre. They have a really impressive, very large stock of vintage clothing. I hope to collaborate with them in the future.
- Pretty sure he’s not dead.
- Armor palette inspired by Mt Dew.
- Isobel wanted cake.
- I’ll never get tired of these.
- Riding on Dada’s shoulders.
- Anthony painted a quick portrait of Squirrelly.
- I made delicious pumpkin bread courtesy of Corporate Monkey.
- Nerd LOL.
- Souvenir plates.
What Star Trek character would you want to play you in Carrie Anne: The Biopic?
Do you have a question for me? I’d love to answer it! You can leave your question in the comments, @-reply me on twitter, email it to me at firstname.lastname@example.org or send me a messenger pigeon. Don’t actually do the last one, though. My cat will eat it.