.Behind the Redwood Curtain.

Yesterday Trixie and I were playing fetch and I went to kick her ball and she went for it at the same time and she ended up getting my foot in in her mouth.

I’m pretty sure my toe is broken (that’d be the one that was bleeding profusely and is now a lovely shade of bruised) but it’s not my first broken toe, and I really don’t care, minus that it hurts if I try to do things like run, or bend it.


Adam asked me, Did we look like such babies when we were freshmen? 

So I sent him a picture of us, I don’t feel like I look much different (you know beyond those 10 pounds I desperately needed and didn’t have back then) but Adam has like no beard, no hair, and so he’s got the total baby face.

Then I sent him one of our rando selfies from the other day just so he could compare what 6 years in Humboldt did to us.


Taken a day apart, we look so gingery in the top one.

Yes we’re awkward, and I love him.


mom’s watching Tj’s tv piece that they’re airing on Fox Sports 1.

she’s cringing every 5 seconds, whereas dad and I are like, yep that’s MMA.


I just have to tell you, I adore your wedding ring.

— A coworker said this to me today, and all I could say was thank you


Matt Cascio is going to fix one of our Mobius pieces.

It’s going to look rad.


sahoward:

(via Flowchart: Should You Catcall Her? | Playboy)
Yep - definitely just posted this from Playboy. But I’d like to encourage them to continue making this kind of content, so share away, if not for that than for the phrase “Yeah, I wanna yell sex stuff at people.”

Not gonna lie, I like Playboy. Within those pages was the FIRST and only article I ever read that actually explained the whole “Bathsalts” thing, and talked about how it was actually race related (blaming the salts) and weed related (those kids were high and dehydrated). 
This flowchart just makes me like them more. View Larger

sahoward:

(via Flowchart: Should You Catcall Her? | Playboy)

Yep - definitely just posted this from Playboy. But I’d like to encourage them to continue making this kind of content, so share away, if not for that than for the phrase “Yeah, I wanna yell sex stuff at people.”

Not gonna lie, I like Playboy. Within those pages was the FIRST and only article I ever read that actually explained the whole “Bathsalts” thing, and talked about how it was actually race related (blaming the salts) and weed related (those kids were high and dehydrated). 

This flowchart just makes me like them more.


Yesterday on Master Chef a couple contestants pulled out the “air fryer” and Adam and I are like what the fuck is that.

Today Williams-Sonoma posted on Facebook (shut up) their blog post about air fryers…

Thanks W-S for teaching me about the tools from MC.


Sittin on the hammock when this monster jumps on us, obviously selfies ensued. 

She is officially 9 months as of yesterday!


y’all my new house is just.

so lovely.

when we finally move in there will be pictures galore.

i’m excited.


itsjustmekellymarie:

misledghost:

catknuckles1:

meulins-choice-ass:

A pair of D-cup breasts weighs between 15 and 23 pounds—the equivalent of carrying around two small turkeys.

WHAT

*looks down at breasts* thanksgiving will never be the same…

Hello Hence My Back Problems.

I have a lot of trouble believing this… Because as someone with F-Cup breasts (we’re assuming boobs weigh between 4-6lbs per cup…) you’re math would say 26-36lbs. If that were true, if I didn’t have tits I’d only weigh 79-89lbs. Even if they only weighed as much as this statement that’d make me between 92-100lbs… 

(Source: princesskimochi)


My mom wanted me to install google chrome on her computer for the pure and simple fact that she can’t seem to find gmail any other way?

I told her you don’t need chrome to use gmail.

I also told her she was lazy because she couldn’t type in a web address.

Like, you use google on your internet explorer server, you can get to gmail…

So I instead made her have TWO home pages that are tabbed out, one for Yahoo (her normal email of choice) and one for gmail.

She’s walking around all pissy and telling me I need to apologize.

You know what you NEVER tell someone (kid, adult, anyone) to do? Apologize, because then you know they don’t mean it.

I had planned on saying sorry, but then she said that, and fuck it, I’m not apologizing because you still can’t comprehend how websites work.

When she thanks me for adding the gmail tab, I’ll apologize for calling her lazy. But really, I mean, come on, she’s on the computer all the time and still doesn’t even know how to get to gmail without the use of Chrome…