When I was a little kid and we went to the beach, I always had this strange and terrifying and utterly disorienting moment where I’d think to myself this is our first day at the beach; we have four more days at the beach, and then this vacation is over. That sentence, I now realize, …
In which Emma has a dream come true and talks about it for you. AND MAKES HER SUMMARY RHYME.
In which Emma explains what the heck is going on with the blog for God’s sake.
Dear Mr. Coffee, I have, yet again, felt the terror of your hatred and disdain. At this point, it’s all too clear: we have grown apart, and so have our wants and needs. It’s over, Mr. Coffee. I wish you the best. And no, we cannot be friends. Good luck with your future endeavors at …
In which Emma wraps up her two-part year-in-review post and puts 2012, finally, to bed. Also there’s some important information about cats and hair accessories here.
In which Emma gets a goldfish, which is a Seriously Big Deal.
In which Emma gets all deep and introspective and stuff about love and life and loss and so forth.
In which Emma does the picture thing again.
In which Emma has a crazy busy week and takes pictures of it.
In which Emma talks about looking back and then looks back at the photos for the week.