- Today is the last day to get your Ollie socks! All proceeds will be donated to Austin Pets Alive!
- I’m going to need this tote: the book was better.
- If I were going back to school, I’d want everything Max the Monster.
- Vacation like it’s 1999.
- I’m pretty terrible at small talk.
- You’re probably using Lucas’ Papaw Ointment all wrong.
- A brief history of swimming pools.
- Really loving Anna Sheffield jewelry.
- Sneezing baby hedgehogs!
- What is between the wafers of a Kit Kat?
- Celebrity selfies are so much better when you replace the phone with a book.
- I’m totally a ghoster.
- 5 things you’ll miss when you move from Chicago…I would like to go home now, please.
- The Case for the 32 Hour Workweek. Wouldn’t you just die of happiness? I’d be willing to work 40 hours in 4 days for infinite 3-day weekends.
- Game changer.
- I’m a little obsessed with Pete Nelson, The Treehouse Man. Did you know that his family owns a treehouse B&B?!
- “This is my opinion” does not preclude a connected statement from being dead wrong.
- 800 songs from the 90′s. So good. So bad.
- I’m a notorious over-packer so I looooove this downloadable travel checklist.
- Being a new ingredient to me, I was interested in these 10 ways to cook with coconut milk.
- In case you missed it…
- My articles on where to find the best BBQ in Austin and where to get your coffee fix in Austin are both featured on Mode!
- I don’t typically go gaga over new beauty products, but I recently received an Influenster box with Yves Saint Laurent Touche Éclat Blur Primer and Touche Éclat Blur Perfector and am hooked. They both blur imperfections and give you that glowy skin you only see in magazines.
- The five universal truths that make moving less terrible.
- I had the pleasure of seeing a long-time friend this week!
Book of the Week
I downloaded two NetGalley titles worth mentioning for different reasons. Bream Gives me Hiccups by Jesse Eisenberg (yes, that Jesse Eisenberg) played to my weakness for short stories and more than exceeded my expectations. (Expect for My Roommate Stole My Ramen: Letters from a Frustrated Freshman. That monstrosity can go.) I was highlighting passages left and right. So funny and irreverent.
The Flying Circus by Susan Crandall doesn’t really pick up any steam until about 2/3rds of the way in, and at nearly 400 pages, that’s a big investment for a predictable ending and an infuriating epilogue that does too much tidying. If you’re looking to read something from Susan, Whistling Past the Graveyard is a better choice.