Because when my fourteen pound cat sleeps on my face, it’s not great, but when it’s Neurotic Owl’s teensy weensy face, it’s MUUUUURDERRRR. About which, more tomorrow.
Well, almost universally acknowledged, since I know a few people who still don’t like Austen (M!!!!!). NOT EVEN THE FILM VERSIONS. I asked, because sometimes, when a book is a … Continue reading
This is both The Bloggess and K’s fault, because they shared one of those things where your zombie apocalypse team is decided by the last three things you watched. Mine … Continue reading
I think you all know by now that I spent a lot of my life training to be a professional dancer, and that that did not pan out. This isn’t … Continue reading