This isn't Burger King, you can't have it your way.
I have interrupted the double-decker cat party.
I don’t understand how cars work anymore.
Years ago I went to a dinner party with @villagegoddess and @pfbnelson57 where our hostess, Linda, had laid kraft paper out on a table along with boxes of paints and stamps and brushes and glitter. After dinner, we all walked around the table talking and laughing and slowly layering swirls of paint however the spirit moved us until the paper was covered. After it dried, Linda cut the paper into squares and let us choose which one we wanted to take home. One week ago I rediscovered my bit of the whole rolled up behind the couch. It is now on the wall directly behind my laptop. #adultladyfun #librariansknowhowtoparty
Probably the greatest picture of me ever taken. #1985 #thanksdad
I put a spell on you. #caturday
On the bucket list for 2019 is a low-stakes tattoo.
If you were alive in 1986 and within 10 miles of New London, CT and were awake on Sunday nights between midnight and 3:00 a.m. you might have heard me sending copious amounts of Brian Eno out into the ether from the studios of WCNI 91.1 on your FM dial. #tbf
When St. Patrick’s Day dictates your work lady outfit.
Chimamanda wore it best but I’m first runner up.
Displeased about the rain. #caturday
“Some little girl didn’t hear me say unarmed combat.” #thursdayfeelings
It’s Richard’s world, we’re all just living in it. #caturday
Action pose! Exploring lanyards as accessories. Thrifted parka, thrifted Brooks Bros. sweater, thrifted Koret of California wool cream-and-navy houndstooth skirt. Gap turtleneck, Onzie faux-fishnet yoga pants, Fluevog Coventry boots. #blueandorange #patternmix #wearwhatyouwant #havefungoddamnit #idgafanymore
I am a literal nightmare.
May be a little too Helena Bonham Carter for some of you.
Richard is my husband now.
1. Figuring out how to take photos remotely with my watch.
2. Now begins the worlds most anticlimactic strip tease.
3. Don’t you do it, Richard.
4. Goddamnit, Richard.
5. My valentine t-shirt from Jack.
6. Hair status: back to normal.
Jack and I are eleven days into Whole 30 now and I find myself googling “WHOLE 30 BAD FOR YOU” and “REASONS TO QUIT WHOLE 30.”
Rainy day cuddle.
It got cold all of a sudden.
I made a pillow fort.
Peewee is eight today! ❤️🍰❤️🍰❤️
Happy 8th birthday, Peewee! All the hugs belong to you today. ❤️😍❤️🍰❤️
Peewee doesn't understand why someone would gently sprinkle confetti all over his head. #fiesta #santabarbara
Feeling a little fragile today, Dr. Russell took 3.2 liters of fluid out of Peewee's abdomen this morning. His heart's gotten weaker but he's still a good boy. Thinking good thoughts as he rounds the corner towards his eighth birthday!
Not happy about this new "kibble only" situation.
I'm hiding from the sun!
It's important to groom your balls.
Mom why is he sitting on me.
The first thing I like to do in the morning is go back to bed.