An Open Letter

My dearest Grey's Anatomy,

I hate to say this, but you're ruining my life. And, it has to be said, it's not me, it's you. You fill my head with thoughts of sutures and saline solutions, and I knew it was a problem when I thought to myself, "I wish we had a clean scalpel" when looking for a utensil to butter my bread. I can't sleep because my head is filled with dreams in which I'm trying to perform appendectomies and Whipples but, hello! I don't know how! I didn't go to med school! My areas of expertise lie more in the camp of teaching children to read and tie their shoes. The thing is, I don't want to break up. I just need some "me" time. In short, I can't quit you or McDreamy, but please ease up on dominating my daily thoughts, as I don't have much brainpower to spare.

Note to self- Teach future students to spell "appendectomies".

Decisions, Decisions

Also, must have:



I have been searching for the perfect beach cruiser for at least 6 months and I am in love with these two. I love how they both remind me of scrapbook paper.

If you are as in love as I am, and you have less limited means, you can find a retailer near you (and tons more adorable bikes) on electrabike.com
(Hint to Mom: Happy Birthday to me? :)

Have to have this

The wonderfully glorious absolutely amazing joy making post is still in progress (as it requires pictures I have yet to take), so until then, feast your eyes on this:





I don't know if it's my love of school supplies and books, or the fact that everything is so organized and has it's little place, or my love of all things vintage...but I want one!! I have looked everywhere! Apparently, there's this new thing called "computers" and people don't really use card catalogs anymore. Go figure. Find me one, mail it to me (the shipping should be cheap, I'm sure ;) and I will be your bestest best friend (which has many benefits, the least of which being I will let you come over and look at my beautiful card catalog).