I’m so flawed. We all are, but when you get real with yourself, you see it.

Today I was honest about something and someone tried to give me unwanted advice and I shut that shit down. I don’t have everything figured out, but I do have a few things down.

This reminded me of the time I watched a family of four eat a rotisserie chicken and a baguette on the picnic tables at Sam’s. The dad got napkins from the concession area and they ripped into that chicken.

I think about that all the time.

I don’t get that people think there is an “iced coffee season.” Yes, it’s cold. The reason there us “pumpkin spice season” is because autumn is when pumpkins are harvested. Coffee beans North of the Equator harvest occurs from September to March. South of the Equator harvest is from April to August. It’s year-round, baby. Then they’re roasted. And ground. And brewed. Then you can add whatever you want.

I’ll take mine as an iced mocha coffee, light on the ice, thank you.

36 Days of Type is doing 36 Days of Stamps on Instagram. I can’t tell y’all how much I love this. Check them out on the IG.

I found myself wanting to cry last week. Needing to cry. And I couldn’t. I get like that every once in a while and it’s an odd feeling. I’m an emotional person, so you’d think I could cry, but I can’t when I want to anymore — but maybe it’s not worth the tears.

I’m reminded every day that I’m older than I was the day before. Feeling a little like Prufrock lately.

Last night’s Grey’s Anatomy was just great stuff. Late Walsh is back, baby.

Also, water is wet.

Lovely art from Keeley Shaw.

I’m a 3 & a 7.

For the one Dear Reader who doesn’t know how much I love Martha Stewart, it’s because she is my Fairy GodMartha.