My life just got infinitely better. (See cover blurbs.)
4 p.m.
A very specific type of laziness swoops in to ward off any hint of productivity I had bottled and saved for such an afternoon. Instead, the mental flip flopping resumes until I surrender to another hour of restless nothing and bad habits. Dickens called it the mongrel hour. I think it’s more day dream rickrack.
My idea of subversive performance art would be to electrify a swimming pool and turn an entire Sandals Resort into a giant human bug zapper.
I’d call it “Fifty Thousand Volts of Irony.”
Jackie Moore, you fill my head with the loveliest noise.
Exchange With My Cousin’s 5-Year-Old Son
Me: Thomas, come here, we need to talk.
Thomas: What?
Me: We’re going to be sharing this big house together all week, so you know what that means?
Thomas: You have a mustache.
Me: That’s right, and what does that mean?
Thomas: That your mustache will grow?
Me: Yes. So what is the lesson here?
Thomas: Don’t be loud in the house.
This is the best kid on earth.
True story: Tonight, two darling friends and I struck out for a movie night in the park. During our wait, we met a stout man twisting up balloon animals for anyone who fancied one. Three girls in front of us wore tiaras. A man beside them wielded a sword. We pleaded for a dinosaur and a zombie…
I’ve named him Claude.
Those are my hands. This is my recipe for s’mores with caramel. (via The Wild Chef)
What I’m reading: Mila’s Daydreams, a blog of one mother’s adorable intreptations of her infant’s dreams. Hearts, prepare to melt.
via The Daily What
