Just finished Tina Fey’s new book Bossypants and started on Gabrielle Hamilton’s memoir Blood, Bones and Butter, both of which are kind of blowing my mind in completely different ways. There is still nothing like crawling into a good book. Tina made me laugh my a** off (of course) and Gabrielle is making me want to rush sooner to that small cafe I’ve always wanted to open up in some out of the way spot… After I’m married and saddled with as many kids as pets.
