Funny how the same weather you're cussing as you dig out your car becomes instantly beautiful as soon as you get the text telling you work is closed.

It was at this point in the book The Bluestockings that I yelled out loud "Dear God, stay off her!"

I think at this point it was her eleventh pregnancy, with four surviving children and a husband with a raging case of VD. Google Hester Thrale.

Forget the weird sexy snowman stuff, this is the holiday movie I want to see.

I feel like "the enigma" is just another way of saying "weirdo."

I aten't dead. Carry on.