Carnage in the donut aisle. (Happy birthday to me.)
The correct answer is to turn off your flashlight and hide behind a rock until it runs away.
Out for a little Monday afternoon tree climb.
My thumb’s green! Also, who wants to bet that this thing is dead before Memorial Day?
My Nike Fuelband says I’ve walked 6.04 miles. This entire week.
I’m really glad it doesn’t know how often I’ve showered.
Real scenes from adult life, episode 1: my workstation. #instagrammingreallife
Looking at the Instagram feeds of Pretty Girls makes me feel super inadequate, and I’m only reminded of how sloppily put together I am — my LIFE is — at any given time.
Then I looked at my own Instagram feed. My life is nowhere near as cool as it looks when I use the Lo-Fi filter.
So, here’s my life. Raw, untidied, Amaro filter.
Behold, the terrifying guardian of my house.
Just hit “Play.” It’s so worth it.
In the three years since it first provided images of the sun in the spring of 2010, NASA’s Solar Dynamics Observatory has had virtually unbroken coverage of the sun’s rise toward solar maximum, the peak of solar activity in its regular 11-year cycle. This video shows those three years of the sun at a pace of two images per day.
Maybe I’m going to get my period or something, but I legitimately just held back tears watching this.
And then this happened, and I almost peed my pants.
Mondays.
