My Monkees cassette tapes. Found while cleaning out the closet. I used to think I was going to marry Davy Jones (okay who DIDN’T 14-year-old me think she was going to marry?!) until I found out he was old enough to be my grandpa.
Our dog Clare thinks she is human. My husband encourages it.
This is Penny, our guinea pig. Yes, both of my pets have names of LOST characters. It wasn’t on purpose, though I’m guessing there was some kind of subconscious association. Penny is going to live with a new family soon who will love her and pet her and won’t squeeze her and will bling her out and make her look like the diva she already is.
This is the Rameses hat that I bogarted from my husband when he returned from North Carolina. After seeing his UNC bookstore haul, I suddenly felt okay about my Yankee Candle purchases.
‘Tis the season, y’all.
In the middle of the day yesterday, I get this. What else can I say? I expect Lauren to understand this, but for those of you that don’t, Urban Dictionary is there to help. Thankfully, my husband and I have a shared love of this TV show. And we’re weird together. True love is like that, I guess.
Oklahoma girl through-and-through. Writer, aspiring domestic goddess and totalitarian dictator. Taking on the world one carb-induced coma at a time. Co-host of Picture Shows & Petticoats. 
King of the Hill! Yes!
The Monkees! I remember dancing around with my mom to them because they were her favs as a kid/teen.