I just biked to the post office. While I was in town, I befriended two very serious toddlers, who very seriously showed me their popsicle stick and paper cup dragon puppets. Am I in my Wes Anderson era? Because I'd love that.
I’m not exactly sure what to make of the way my phone autocorrects my name. It’s not that it changes the spelling, but rather, the sense: Dara gets autocorrected to DARA. Is this a metaphor? #LiveInCapsLock
@thehomeedit: I’d like you to know that as my husband and I have been unpacking and settling into our new home, he keeps saying that the “organization ladies told him that everything needs a place to live.”
It is a truth universally acknowledged that when you are in any degree of a hurry, a large man with a large ficus will walk at a glacial pace immediately in front of you.