Must be Santa

This is what Dad wants for Christmas, I kid you not.

A swearing punching bag, Dad, really?

we won't dance, we won't sing, we won't talk

As the snow melts, so does its charm.

On her snow-free parking space

Stephanie:  Oh man nobody better steal my parking spot tomorrow. I will freaking CUT them.

Bibliophilia and cabin fever don't mix!

for all the typophiles out there,

a serif tote?! want. 

“I will love you like this now. You can recognize it later.”

Cool Yourself | Thao with The Get Down Stay Down

I have just realized that Christmas is in seven short days. I am not prepared, not prepared at all. 

fishing fails