Fernbank really is so much fun. Joe and I went Saturday, our first visit since we impulsively became members a couple months ago (WHAT A WILD AND CRAZY LIFE WE LIVE, RIGHT?). The special exhibit, something about wildlife rescue, is mostly kidstuff—lots of flashing lights and colors and buttons to be slapped (I think a museum would do well to just have a permanent Button Slapping exhibit, tiny people really like that)—but Walk Through Georgia was kind of great. A little creepy, a little campy, a little outdated (many many of banks of telephone receivers you could pick up for more information about the taxidermied creatures on display and the kids were all like LOL WHUT ARE THESE, MOM), but that is the best thing for a natural history exhibit to be, I think. Also I got ogled by a dinosaur so that was cool. ANYWAY, YES, SO EXCITED FOR THE POOP.

(via CinemaBlend)

Joe: Have you seen the photos of Helena Bonham Carter as Miss Havisham?
Me: Omggggggff. Bellatrix LeHavisham.
Joe: I was literally typing the exact same thing.
Me: We should get marrrrried!!!! 

I wrote about Joe's & my wedding for A Practical Wedding. →

Mostly re: anxiety & joy but also booze, sweat & an Egg McMuffin.

(Semi-relatedly, I haven’t yet landed on a way to refer to something as belonging to both Joe and me that doesn’t feel seriously clunky: “Joe’s and my” I guess is the correct way to say it but that also feels weird. “Me and Joe’s” is grammatically horrific, I know, but it feels more natural than anything else, at least to say out loud.)

Joe: “When did Draco Malfoy become a member of Interpol?”

Joe, on my new boots: “They look… sapphic.”