In September, I'm moving into a brand new, empty apartment
and I've been dreaming of the black framed print collage that will
hang on the wall behind my button-tufted sofa in the living room.
I've collected these images and am completely in love with them.
Also, I've been listening to Michael Buble's Christmas album,
have become strangely addicted to the salted almonds from
Sam's Club, and remember this? They're crossing into married
land. I predicted it long before it was even a thing. They can
thank me, but I'm crying inside because that boy was good
looking. P.S. is it acceptable to frame pictures of Jimmy
Kimmel and John Krasinski? Because I'm considering it.