1. A variation of the bear hug: a) a stiff embrace performed by New Englanders whose inbred Puritanism makes physical affection awkward. b) a clingy, pincer like hug involving one or both legs that smacks of desperation.
-verb 2. To crush the things I love into a liquid the consistency of unicorn's blood so that I can absorb their essence.
Things that I lobster hug: books, movies, tv, food, knitting, Zelda, feminists, pro-choicers, progressives.
I started A Great and Terrible Beauty the other day. I’m about 20% into it and it’s just not grabbing me. Is it worth finishing?
My plans to reread the Outlander series have been put on hold since the new book isn’t out till March 2014.
I have upped my Goodreads 2013 reading challenge goal to 150 books.
In related news, my kindle is now fused to my hand.
Moving into a bigger place means I finally got to retrieve all the wedding gifts from my in-laws’ house. I unpacked the food processor and noticed that in French it’s called “robot culinaire.” I like that better and will call it thus from now on.
A couple weeks ago I went to dinner at Citizen Public House and that is where I discovered my new summer drink: The NASCAR Spritz.
1 can of Bud Light Lime
3 oz Aperol
Served over ice. Depending on the size of your glass, you’ll get two drinks out of this.