Stuff I am into this morning:
- No bus: FAIL this morning! Correct route, no terrorists. YAY.
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National Book Festival tomorrow! Tentatively on the docket: hear Julia Alvarez, John Irving, Junot Diaz?, Judy Blume; see if Paula Deen brought any baked goods, or butter sculptures of baked goods.
- Clint and Jane, my old-people friends, who walk me to the bus stop every morning.
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Pam Beesly(-Halpert)'s EW wedding dress. Super, super pretty.
- I am both virtuous and a badass, and ran all three scheduled days this week, bumping me the up to the next level of
Couch Potato to 5k.
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Plumbing for Imbeciles, i.e. watching Booth and Brennan hold hands(-ish) while fixing Booth's sink and also exchanging happy, meaningful glances. I love them slipping into couplehood like it's the most natural thing in the world. Which, of course, it is.
Also, Emily Deschanel in natural makeup. Just saying.
- Kurt Hummel = Kurt von Trapp for the new millennium? Think about it: the name, the hair, the voice, the general sense of and awareness of own inherent awesomeness? Points to ponder.
Note that work is not on this list. That's unfortunate.