I  know it’s only Tuesday, but I feel like doing some throwback pictures. Who says I have to wait for Thursday? BAM, see what an unconventional ride this is going to be? No need for caffeine when you’ve got YBFG (yourbiggestfangrace) in your life!

When Bobby and I were stuck in a hotel the other day, waiting for a Miami apartment to sort out, we were looking through some puppy pictures of Graham. Here’s an example. Be prepared to swoon.

I wish I could take a time machine back to Graham’s puppy phase. I was honestly a little freaked out during all of it – kind of in that phase of “whoa, this was a permanent life decision. Was this the right idea?” etc. etc. It took a little while to fall in love.

And now I look at these pictures and think, “was I crazy?!?!” Take me back! I promise I’ll appreciate it this time!

My two boys have always been good at relaxing together. Bobby says I’m a do-er, though. It’s actually probably the best adjective for me (minus the part where it’s not exactly a real word). So while they’re busy chilling, I’m usually busy doing xyz…

Since his infancy, Graham has been the star of my snapchat account. If we’re snapchat friends and you don’t really love puppies, then we should probably just call it quits.

Upon getting Graham, I started to dread the prospect of saying the words, “go potty” for the rest of my life. I just couldn’t bring myself to it. So Bobby and I made a joint decision that, instead, we would say, “go party.”

Seeing that Graham was a New Orleans dog for the first few months of his life, this actually made total sense.

Following the theme, the following snapchat came from my brother, Stephen. (Stephen’s a talented graphic designer and big into lettering and typeface.)

One parting photo for you. Makes me long for the days when Graham was actually a lap dog…he spontaneously jumped into my lap while I was writing thank you notes. Needless to say, he’s in the top percentile of dogs when it comes to his knowledge of etiquette.

Hope that helped get you through your Tuesday! Know that Graham and I are always here for you!

I ‘m going to let you in on a secret: Anthropologie catalogs can take any package or envelope from zero to hero in the span of the few seconds it takes you to tape them on.

Here’s proof:

I find as much joy in creating the treats for the inside of an envelope as I do in making the outside sparkle. There is just something SO special about receiving a work of art in the mail. Right?!

After I had prepared all of the little nail polishes and notes for my hardworking teacher friends, it was time to get them in the mail. Honestly, I don’t know where I would be without Anthro catalogs. I have both Bobby and I signed up on the website to get mailings from them – because sometimes, one catalog just isn’t enough.

I can’t get over the colors in that one. Mwah. (Mustard yellow will forever be my favorite.)

As you can see, I’m really into the speech bubbles these days…

One without a speech bubble! Shocking, I know.

I like the idea of giving people gifts on rough days…since I’m not in New Orleans to really KNOW when someone is having a bad day, I decided to write this little message on the back of the packages:

Funny story: when I got to the post office, the lady realized that almost all of these were going to the same place – and I’m pretty sure she thought I was crazy for not sending all of them together. But I can’t expect everyone to coordinate their rough days! Separate packages were obviously a must.

She didn’t comment much on the parcels expect to dryly ask, “where is this paper from?”

“Oh, they’re images out of a catalog from this really beautiful company called Anthropologie…”

And I was going to explain further in case she didn’t know about Anthropologie but before I could continue, she interrupted. “You mean Anthropol-ogy.” (I don’t know if that is coming across in text – she was pronouncing that last syllable with a long ‘o.’) I felt like I was being corrected by a schoolmarm. It was pretty hilarious.

“Umm, nope it’s actually pronounced Anthropologie,”  I said in this super chipper but “trust me, I know what I’m talking about” kind of way. It’s a fine line to walk…Bobby was with me and started to back me up. We were a united front.

She just nodded her head dismissively as if to signal, “sure, whatever you say. I tried to help you out, but you’re obviously going to continue in your erroneous ways.”

So friends, from here on out, in honor of the Vermont postal lady, I’m going to start pronouncing it Anthropol-ogy. Who knows, maybe we’ve ALL been saying it wrong this whole time.

Goodbye, parcels! Go forth and spread joy!

T here’s been an Anne of Green Gables quote floating around the internet lately that says, “I’m so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.” And I get it – October is beautiful and I’m happy to live in a world with Octobers, too.

This wasn’t always the sentiment when I was a teacher, though.

For a teacher, October can be the LONGEST, DARKEST month. It seems like October will never end.

The initial excitement and infatuation of the beginning of the year have worn off.

The honeymoon phase is over.

Behavior issues are starting to surface.

Thanksgiving break seems impossibly far away.

Oh yeah – and you still have 8 months of this to go.

For a teacher, October can be hard.

So I decided that the teachers in my life who are doing amazing work, changing life trajectories were deeply deserving of a little treat in the mail. Here’s what I put together for them:

I think nail polish can brighten any day – particularly this kind of nail polish. It’s officially my favorite drug store polish (and only for $1.99 a pop, so I can afford to stock up on all the colors AND spread the joy to all my friends). I’m telling you, Wet n Wild MegaLast is the way to go.

Is there anything better than a handwritten letter? Nope. (I made sure these were oozing with the encouragement that every teacher deserves.)

All the nail polishes, lined up like soldiers ready to go to battle. I spent the next day packaging these little guys so they could report for duty in some New Orleans mail boxes. I’ll show the finished product in my next post!

Do you have any teachers in your life? Go give them a big hug and high five for making it though October.