Sara Bareilles and Other Perfect Things

I just think she's absolutely perfect, and am so thrilled to have discovered the album she recorded live in San Francisco.

Other things that are on my mind include:

1) Ireland

I am going for 2 weeks! I leave in 3 days. I have no idea what I am going to do. Thrilled! slash... oh crap.

2) Pussywillows, Honeysuckles, and Other Magical flowers

I found honeysuckles at work this week (like the ones here) and ate as many as I could grab. I think it would take about 492 honeysuckles to make a whole teaspoonful of honey/fairypotion, but still, it is an amazing treat. And since then, I've spent inordinate amounts of time imagining bouquets of pussywillows and honeysuckles.

Pussywillows and Honeysuckles.

I would probably re-name my blog that if it weren't so damn sexual sounding.

My Dairy Princess

Today marks the 24th birthday of one of my favorite humans ever.

Her 24th year is going to be a year of exciting changes:

moving to the Concrete Jungle Where Dreams Are MAAADE Of (brooklyn, duh),

throwing a huge party in Chicago,

and,

getting married just before that party.

24 also promises a new garden plot, chatting with locals, and drinking whole gallons of milk after running 39 miles before I've ever even considered getting out of bed.

She's basically a super hero.

On an average day, here are just SOME of the things you can spot Ashley doing:

Being rescued from gummi handcuffs...

Jammin' to hip hop beatz...

dancin' in diners...

grindin' at the Chim...

grindin' at the beach...

unclear...

Here's to you, Ashley Erin.

When I think of you, I think of these poetic words by our good friend, Celine:

There were moments of gold
And there were flashes of light
There were things I'd never do again
But then they'd always seemed right
There were nights of endless pleasure
It was more than any laws allow
Baby Baby