nothing says “love” like early morning endearments written on a scrap of simplot notepaper, concluding with the ultimatum to return my latest shopping purchase.
keeping up appearances
vicar: "oh no, it's the bucket woman. drive, drive!!"
yet another sucker on pinterest
categories
my etsy shop
archives
for when you’re bored
"hm, no. no, i want - i want milk in it."
what my husband sings when i go shopping
"you'll never forget the first time you see one"
"you don't even want to learn how to cook dahl!"
how to be free from bitterness
for your education in basic morality
"don't think it's yours just because you marked it with your urine!"
"every sperm is useful, every sperm is fine"
cranford (a town brimming with hyacinths)
the slowest book ever, turned into the slowest movie ever. score!
"in the end he died, and god's people were glad."
"so make the bad horse gleeful, or he'll make you his mare..."
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hot list
ipod fodder
strangers with candy
the three blogs i actually read
just dripping with sugar…
who says romance is dead?
what do you have to take back?
tiff – oh, a rug for the front door. nothing exciting.