Ever wanted to see a drunk person cutting another drunk person out of a dress she’s been sewed into and she needs proof of the wardrobe malfunction to get her money back, so she has a third drunk person take pictures but he’s actually filming and no one realizes it so there are lots of awkward poses and oh, it’s 7:30 am?
I thought you might.
At first, I hated Game of Thrones. Now, I love it. Here’s why:
1. Arya Stark = my sister kaitlin, facially.
2. I’m fascinated to meet the mom who let her eight year old actor son breast feed on camera. I also sincerely hope he’s not a method actor.
3. Tyrion. I would like him as my best friend. We could bitch about his sister and nephew and drink through our hangovers together.
4. Incest. Because no one has tackled that in a movie or on tv in a long time. So Flowers in the Attic.
5. Khaleesi, because she stole Lisa Bonet’s man, and is fire retardant.
6. Someone birthed a shadow demon in a cave.
7. I spent six episodes trying to spot Little Finger’s little finger and then found out that’s where he’s from, not how he’s made.
8. Dragons.
9. Gays.
10. I can now say for certain I would not do well in any sort of medieval/mythical/magical setting.
10b. With the exception of Hogwarts, obviously.
If you could peel back the layers and look into my soul, this is what you would find.
It’s been a super busy spring. We’ve been planning our own weddings while attending other people’s weddings, and we’ve been writing about weddings in the Sun’s Married in Maryland section. Here is a brief pictorial update, best taken with a side of we’re-sorry-for-not-posting-a-lot-currently.
Here is a wedding we went to:
Here is an ap we couldn’t stop enjoying on the way to (and, let’s be honest, at) the wedding.
Here is a family dinner we had at our friend’s house. There was a lot of wine and Sriracha.
And here is some cutting-edge medicine. When you are sick with a sore throat and cough, wake up to a cat lying across your neck. You’ll feel really comfortable and not at all question the boundaries between you and your feline friend.
In the rare event that you don’t already know, today marks the birth of Babs. April 24th should be declared a National Holiday where everyone is forced to seek refuge in the nearest gay bar.
Really going for it with these headlines, Cat Fancy.
Thanks to evil genius Lauren and her pranks, I’ve been receiving Cat Fancy at my place of work. It’s mortifying, but I now know the golden rule of sailing with cats: teach them how to swim in a bathtub, but also make sure they don’t fall overboard, but if they do make sure they have a thumb drive in a ziploc attached to their collar in case they manage to not drown and get picked up by cat-friendly pirates or the coast guard who can pull your contact info from the drive to get your pet back to you.
Omg. Journalism.
