“I was pretty surprised by how much I loved this book, which had been hanging around my house waiting to be read for, oh, probably 20 years.” Jen Bingham finds a few buried treasures (and a few turds) in her book archives.
“I adore the way Leslie creates handmade art for her friends on “Galentine’s Day” — a holiday she invented and which I someday hope to implement in my own life.” As long as you enjoy dancing like an idiot, Jen Bingham will be your friend.
“When I looked back to make sure he was not following me again, he was walking away, but looking over his shoulder as if frightened. Mission accomplished.” Jen Bingham tends to have that effect on people.
“The cat didn’t seem all that upset until I got him inside the building, at which point he proceeded to go out of his fucking mind. He was not a cat who wanted to live indoors.” Jen Bingham tries so adopt a feral cat. It doesn’t go well.
“We both thought the coffee was run of the mill, which is exactly what we like. The wait staff were pleasant and called both of us honey, which we both enjoyed quite a bit. Very colorful personalities.” Jen Bingham‘s imaginary Midwesterners know what they like.
“A brown bear doesn’t give a fuck. Brown bears are machines of death and shit.” And according to Jen Bingham, they also defecate on absolutely everything they touch.