My mom came to Seattle to visit this weekend and, no offense to anyone, but she's pretty much the best mom ever? Proof: oranges just taste better when she peels them for you.
Also my sister is DA CUUUTEST and has glossy, glossy hair.
While I do love being able to whine about how broke my ass is, the fact of the matter is that drinking beers in the afternoon while working on mah resume is better than drinking beers in the afternoon while working on a 10 page paper due tomorrow. Ok? I said it.