Chris and I were having a discussion the other night. The kind where I thought we should do one thing, and he thought we should do another.
(I take full responsibility for this sort of discussion as I was quite difficult to live with last week, thanks to Pink Eye, a painful reaction to the steroids, multiple mouth ulcers, and general malaise.)
But we weren’t making much progress in our discussion, so Ali ran in, handed Chris a note, then ran out.
Clearly we need to discuss the hierarchy of authority up in these parts.
I’ve been seeing some fascinating things on Pinterest lately.
Like these rings, for instance.
Any girl old enough to understand them should be too old to want them, and any girl who’s young enough to want them is also young enough to be Jonathan’s daughter.
(Seriously. I checked – he’s 44.)
(Which means that Adele is young enough to be his daughter.)
(Chew on that for a minute while you twist your rings.)
I’ve also seen some evidence as to why men should not be on Pinterest:
But then again, I drink Dr Pepper TEN and it’s for men, so who am I to judge.
However. If you find your back pockets to not quite be what they should be, this is not the way to fix them.
If you’re getting ready for summer celebrations, Zulily has some fantastic Independence Day looks.
Because you can never go too literal with the Fourth of July.
But if you’re feeling more morose about freedom, you can always go with this outfit.
Or if you’d rather just blend into the crowd, then camo is your friend.
Ali and I borrowed a children’s poetry book from the library.
It was a cheery collection.
I scrolled down, excited to see how everyone fawned over my precious daughter in the comments section…
Speaking of comments gone wrong, this priceless thread has popped up somewhere deep in the middle of my Inconvenient Gap of Truth post comments. I love that they are all a month apart, from four different women, and they will surely never come back to see the conversation they sparked.
Who knew? Only strippers need good jeans.
And yet, they don’t.
Sometimes I get questionable PR Pitches, especially in the form of Twitter and Facebook Parties.
This one just…doesn’t seem like too jubilant of a party.
And this one could have used a bit more hashtag analysis.
(Note to PR people everywhere: a focus group of over-observant bloggers can go a long way to help prevent embarrassing hashtag oopsies.)
I cannot pass a Tom Thumb gas station without picturing a partially sunburned man in tighty-whities. Can you?
And with much thanks to my friend Debbie for this last one, who saw this beautiful sign at the mall and took a picture just for me. And you.
So there you go. Don’t be afraid of hand-holding during movements, ladies. If it’s important enough for a ceramic placard, it’s important enough for me.