They've taken the Snuggie too far.

I'm sure everyone has seen an infomercial for the Snuggie. "Blankets are OK but they can slip and slide, plus your hands are trapped inside." They're great for college, and you get a free book light! Wow!

But. Now there's a mom-and-baby snuggie. The baby's head sticks through a hole.


Kristen, if enough people get these, no one will need Bugaboos anymore.

Panda

Rediscovered this little gem.





1. Why can you see her underwear?
2. Why does grandma almost not go to her husband's memorial?
3. WHY NOT JUST GET HER A BABYSITTER?
4. Wicked cute panda, annoying girl.
5. Big panda, not so cute. Is he part Jamaican?

I started watching part 2. It's creepy. I stopped watching because I got creeped out.

Muffins/cupcakes.

Heather: Like, if Suffolk and Emerson were muffins, Suffolk would be the bran or corn muffin, and Emerson would be the chocolate chip.
Allison: With--
Heather: Funfetti.
Allison: And the funfetti frosting, you know, with the sprinkles!
Heather: On a muffin?
Allison: It's more like a cupcake.
Heather: With a candle.
Allison: And some glitter.
Molly: But I like corn muffins. I can heat them up and put butter on them.
Heather: Right. They're safe. Kinda boring. Without glitter.
Molly: I like them better.
(Heather and Allison don't say anything for a minute.)
Heather and Allison: But...cupcakes...
Molly: I don't really like frosting.
Heather and Allison: What.

Spring 2009 castle kids: Single Ladies dance

I've lost it.

Words have failed me. I don't know how it happened, or when. All I know is that blank pages used to be empty with possibility and I dreaded them a lot less than I do now. Creativity and promise used to mix with the blood in my veins. Now all that's in there is coffee and some nostalgia combined with the want for European cities and gelato. I think I stopped believing in reality when I was at the castle, because we all were focusing on the present instead of the future. I've never gotten over that. It was a semester of self discovery and perfection that was cut short and ended with sleepiness and impatience in an airport in Detroit. One three month period of clarity that stands out in the years of discomfort and "ugh, shoot me now"s that seem to define specific weeks in Boston. This is the week that everyone is unhappy and everything goes wrong; the last thing I want to concentrate on right now is schoolwork, and the blank pages my papers are supposed to be written on are screaming at me because I haven't started. When I was four, I wanted to be a writer. That continued until I was nineteen, and now I stay away from it as much as I can. I've lost the ability to concentrate. My want for anything un-material is almost gone; I've stopped craving love and friendship and now only want to buy shoes, dresses, television on DVD, and books. Maybe a few more pillows to fall into and rest on. Continuous plane tickets to elsewhere. Everything I want to see and do has a monetary value. Paris for 900, Barcelona for 800, New Zealand for 1300, Dubrovnik for 1000. The dots on Orbitz's website blink in time to the Jason Mraz song softly coming out of my speakers, but don't help. Our name is our virtue.

Castle.

Bored.

I'm kind of bored. I need to travel. I know I'm going to be driving out west at the end of the summer and seeing a lot of the States, but I'm craving Europe. I was there for a week in 2005 and for three months in 2007 and want to go this year to continue my every-two-years streak. Moral of the story: I need a job so I can afford to take a weekend trip to somewhere.

Vampires in Boston?!

No one bullies them...we just want to know why they're vampires.

Hahaha. We had "weird" kids in high school but it was never taken to this level.