I took an unintentional reading hiatus for most of March, but just picked this back up and devoured the rest of it in three days. The lump in my throat turned into full body sobs for the last few chapters last night. We’ll just file that under a much needed emotional release.
I finally started this last night. Wondering if those who have read it can confirm if I’ll have a lump in my throat the entire book?
The number of people who are shocked by Gwynnie’s divorce leads me to believe I spend more time reading blind items than most.
And on that note, I’m off to consciously uncouple my dinner from the stove.
Apparently I was the only customer to take advantage of Harris Teeter’s 20% case discount this weekend, or at least my cashier seemed to think so.
Him: Oh, what are you celebrating?
Me: Um, spring?*
Him: (Nervous laughter)**
Both: Regretful silence
*Real answer: $12 bottles of Kim C. Sauv B.
**The rest of my cart consisted of Peeps (for decorative purposes, much Pinterest) and cat litter, so to be fair, I made myself a little nervous too.
Gratuitous Video of Yourself Watching Duke Choke Yet Again Friday.
Happy weekend, kids!
It is very easy to feel overwhelmed by the unfairness and tragedy in this world. Yesterday, Shawn Kuykendall died at the age of 32 after an eight-month battle with an incurable form of cancer.
His story hits close to home for a variety of reasons, and has weighed on me all day. I can’t pretend to fully understand the depth of Shawn’s faith, but I can chose to be inspired by his strength, grace, and courage.
In which Beyoncé’s dancers imitate my fellow Metro commuters most mornings.
So this has to be fake, right? Because it seems to:
a. show you where to find the drunkest people
b. allow you to call strangers who are guaranteed to be drunk
c. erase all evidence at the end of the night
Actual marketing copy:
Relax. Be yourself. Your secret’s safe with LIVR.