There is a woman from deep in the heart of Texas (I actually don't know where she is geographically... I've just always wanted to use that cliche) whom I worship with all my heart and soul. She's off-balance, hilarious and finds joy in the most awesome things. In short... she's my hero.
Her name is Jenny Lawson, and she's the author of The Bloggess... an amazing blog dedicated to Wil Wheaton collating papers, long-deceased rodents dressed as humans and the funny side of l
So, I asked Husband if there was any way he was getting out of work early enough last night to be able to hit up the library to procure a copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for his gorgeous and brilliant wife. He responded that it was going to be a late night for him, that he didn't think he'd make it in time. This whole working thing is really starting to cramp my style.
After spending tooooo many hours with teenagers (if you know me, you know I don't do well amongst
... there was Hunter S. Thompson.With the completion of Northanger Abbey, we now begin Fear & Loathing in Las Vegas by the very interesting, very eccentric Mr. Thompson. I was actually hoping I'd be able to make up some time that was killed by Cervantes by getting through the next several books quickly. And then my chintzy-ass local library decided that it was too GOOD to carry anything by Hunter S. Thompson. Luckily, the library one town over from me has a few copies of Fe