Iron your weasels
Today is pretty awesome. In twelve short hours I will be the same age my mother has been for the majority of her adult life, the weather is gorgeous, and there is a coffee cake with candles and a dinosaur sitting on my desk. Perhaps most importantly, though, I need to announce that both my underwear and my clogs are bright red. The new season of Gilmore Girls Rambo starts tonight, and saraheeyore is throwing me a Lorelai-style party about which I know nothing. In honor of this special occasion, the apartment has been cleaned, somewhat. Also, because it needs be mentioned, last week included two independent references to trebuchets, and the one on Saturday included weasels. Thumbs up to life.