Blue fingernails + Veronica Mars = Getting through the week the best I can.
Isn’t Passover just, you put the blood on the door and then the Smoke Monster...– thatisawesome (via sandwichday)
Key Lime?! It’s like I don’t know you anymore! Blueberry! Blueberry! Blueberry!
I really do respond better to positive reinforcement. When I get emails like “Great, comprehensive and useful e-mail, Anne!” I feel happier and want to work harder. When I feel like my work doesn’t matter at all, I just want to stop.
Professors who tell me to call them by their first name > Professors who insist on being referred to as “Dr. Whoever” in all correspondence. I know you got a PhD. I’m proud of you. But you are also a person.
It was a shocking thing to say and I knew it was a shocking thing to say. But no...– Philip Pullman, addressing an audience at the Sheldonian Theatre in Oxford about his latest book, The Good Man Jesus and the Scoundrel Christ.
Last year for my friend’s potluck, I made whoopie pies. What’s this year’s trendy dessert? Other dessert suggestions?
After all, I believe the nicest and sweetest days are not those on which...– Anne Shirley, in Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery (via ohsuicideblonde)(via starry-eyes) (via ransombookquotes) (via booklover)
Blueberry is losing?! WTF? →
Key lime? More like key lame! Red velvet for the win, though.
When I was little I had a lisp, but I didn’t really notice it until my mom took me to a speech therapist. The speech therapist showed me what I was doing wrong and said I didn’t need speech therapy classes. Sometimes I still wonder if I sound like that, but people are too polite to say anything.
Nice things people have said to me today: “Thank you for the suggestion. You always go the extra mile!” (Plus she CCed my boss; hurray!) “These cookies are delicious! Thanks so much for bringing them in.” Smiles for Tuesday afternoon.
New plan: become independently wealthy, stay home and bake all day.
eject: My story about the film 'Monster House' →
waltinboston: I had totally forgotten about these emails until the two tweets above jogged my memory. This is a story about the nicest thing a non-relative has taken the time to do for one of my children without getting paid for it. When Salinger was 7 she became plagued with nightmares about the…