I have begun training for a half marathon, assuming my right hip doesn’t fall off. (It turns out a life of mostly sedentary behavior does not prepare one’s body to train for long distance running. Who knew?)

I have decided not to discuss my runs in miles, because that’s boring and stupid. I now measure my runs in how many times the Pandora station or my gym plays a Justin Bieber song. Today, I ran seven Justin Biebers. SEVEN BIEBERS, people!


Unrelated and equally fascinating, I have selected my husband’s Valentine’s gift. It is amazing, and I need to brag.

If my younger sibling does not get their shit together, it will also be their birthday gift.

Follow the link if you’re brave.


While I was at my shitty retail job, I received a phone call from the folks who blessed me with FluterDog. She has several nephews who are currently in need of a good home.

I’m not going to get super excited because we’ve been playing phone tag for several weeks, but ...

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(Dogs pictured not actually FluterDog’s nephews, but are super cute!)