And on a personal note I am suddenly getting offers for freelance work that I was not expecting and did not solicit, and I am a mixture of emotions about it. Nervous, excited, happy, surprised, lucky, guilty (surely someone else deserves my luck more than me?)...ect.
But this has been the best week of 2013 for me, hands down.
Hairpin Book Posts + Me = <3 <3 <3 XOXOXO
I also once vowed to name my child Lyra.
To borrow from melis's post on Gawker about forgiving the NYTimes for its reprehensible sins: Urban Dictionary, because you have included this word, you are hereby forgiven for teaching me what the word "yiffing" means.
@par_parenthese You should have said "Dodged that bullet!" while he was still listening.
Am I cruel? Pros out weighing cons? Hmm.
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@wharrgarbl So, this happened to my aunt and uncle! They used to play a game with their dog, Candy, where they'd say in their Southwest accents "saaaaaang, Candy! Saaaaang!" and the dog would howl like no tomorrow. Then they figured out that if you held your hand in front of her mouth to tell her to shush, and ALSO said "saaaaaang, Candy!" she'd just howl with her mouth closed, which sounds absolutely awful/hilarious.
So the neighbors called the cops. I think they brought Candy next door to show the neighbor her "trick," I'm not sure, this was a few years ago.
@area@twitter I haven't trained him to come on recall for his name. And is he takes off running after a squirrel, he can be out of range before he hears me yelling for him.
Oh, sorry, that's greyhounds, not boyfriends.
@I'm Right on Top of that, Rose
Poor winter boyfriends.
You definitely want to bait your guy, not trap him. That way, he'll take the bait back to his nest, where he'll die and be cannibalized by the others, ending your infestation worries.
... no wait, that's cockroaches.
He was just so little and got lost among the clutter.