Sometimes I worry that I will never feel the maternal pull for children. Mostly because I hate the idea of somebody else taking my husband's attention. I don't like sharing. I like having dogs.
Never have I ever been more depressed than the day I learned that one flute of champagne has about 140-160 calories.
I am positively OBSESSED with the soundtrack to Pitch Perfect. Apparently my mom and sister watched the movie about a dozen times before we arrived on Christmas Eve, but they loved it so much they were willing to watch it again with Clayton and I. Clay liked the movie just about as much as a grown man is expected to like a movie about an all-girl glee club, but I was smitten (I was a die-hard choir chick in elementary school). I've been working out to some of their music for weeks now!
I know I'm extremely late to the party, but Pam Beesley and Jim Halpert's relationship on The Office is one of my most favorite things ever. At the end of the season 3 finale when Jim interrupts Pam's camera interview and FINALLY asks her out on a date in the most casual way possible? Amazing. And when she turns back to the camera with a stupefied, dreamy smile on her face and says, "I'm sorry, what was the question?", I clutched my Kindle Fire to my bosom and literally wept with happiness. I'm hold strong to my belief that Clayton and I are the best couple in the history of love, but PB&J's is definitely a close second.