I am enjoying, and will enjoy for the rest of the day, imagining the looks on my friends’ faces if we were all sitting around having some drinks and I put my hand on my boyfriend’s shoulder and said, “He likes me to wear my heels.” And he smiled and put his hand on my knee and said “She picks out her own clothes. She’s a grown-up.”

i saw that and cried as well.

related: i went to kansas city for a conference once, and our hotel was attached to the hallmark factory and museum. they have these little booths you can sit in, by yourself, and it’s nice and dark, and they just show hallmark commercial after hallmark commercial. i have no idea how long i was in there, i just remember a colleague reaching into the booth after a while and pulling me out by my wrist. i was a total mess for the rest of the day.

i keep wanting to say SOMETHING about this, but there is really nothing to say, it’s just kind of perfect.
i’m glad i’m going home for christmas this year. i guess i can say that.

i’m not even a tiny bit famous for anything at all, and i like ‘the rumpus’, and even i wouldn’t have responded to any of those emails. that guy kind of seems like a creep. (was that the point?)

my family played ‘name that tune’ with humming a LOT in the car (and not in the car, too) (and with kazoos, which my dad always had an endless supply of for some reason) (and a guitar tuner even though no one in the house played guitar). anyway,no matter what, whoever went first would hum was the themesong to dallas, and it was a race to see could scream “DALLAS!” first. even today, if you start to hum or whistle or made any musical type noise around my family, we will all scream “DALLAS!” on instinct.

that story was long, and it’s late so no one will probably read this.

DALLAS!