I took the day off for Cooper-Young Festival so that I could help Planned Parenthood sign people up for e-mail alerts regarding state legislative action on reproductive rights. Lord almighty, I am terrible at working crowds. By some miracle, I signed up seven people. I got rejected by lots more than that. But still. I’m glad I did it. There are a lot of scary things coming down the pike soon, and Tennesseans who value…
We had a potluck for which we cooked foods that generally fly south of the border. It was magnificent. I made Cuban picadillo, which wasn’t terrible (yay!), although next time I’ll need to figure out a better way to serve it (mix it with rice or offer bread or something). [Project 365]
Ansley fought the good fight at Andrew and Sharon’s birthday party, but still managed to get overwhelmed by balls. It happens. [Project 365]
Doesn’t it look like Kip was threatening my life here? He was. [Project 365]
If I told you that I lived a day that included perfect weather, blue skies with heavy white clouds, time spent on a blanket in the park with friends, LARPers, a giant boa constrictor named Natasha, adorable border collies chasing butterflies, delectable fat daschunds trotting along, sweet pitbull mixes, and free cupcakes, you probably wouldn’t believe me. But it happened. [Project 365]
And I mean that in a good way. In the “it’s fabulous to know people who are so deliciously talented” way. [Project 365]
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