A Sensible Plan

Earlier tonight, my father said (apropos of nothing), "We should head over to GAT Guns and get our FOID cards, so we can defend ourselves against the Ebola zombies."

No part of that sentence went where I was expecting it to go, but I think that might be my favorite kind of sentence.


Back in ye olde college days, one of my best friends asked to borrow my skirt because he was dressing up as a hooker for a very elaborate group costume event (involving an entire dorm floor full of wonderful, adorable, truly nerdy guys who were also slightly mischievous). It only just now dawned on me that I probably should've been offended that he thought I would own something suitable for the occasion. And really, I might consider pouting about it belatedly, but how often does a girl get the chance to participate in such debauchery? Plus, I totally had the perfect skirt.

Writing! Ugh!

The leaves were fluttering off the neighborhood trees today in the most beautiful way, so of course I was instantly furious because I had to finish driving to work and couldn't just stop in the middle of the intersection to soak in my favorite season for three hours. Responsibilities! Ugh!

I've also been really grumpy all week because I slept at a right angle on Friday night, resulting in serious and non-stop neck pain. Getting old! Ugh!

To cure my foul mood and save you from it, I'm going to recommend watching the video Tyler recently shared on his blog. It features the most darling man and his darling store with all sorts of darling root beer (and other carbonated beverages). No really, it is precious. Watch it even if you don't think you need the pick-me-up, even if you can't imagine it being interesting, even though you don't have ten minutes to spare. Then take me out for a root beer float and do the same for Tyler.