Amber Visited Me. Other Stuff Happened.

I pretty much scared Amber/awkwarded her out this weekend. She was down in Utah for her cousin-in-law’s wedding, and I got a lovely text from her saying she had a few hours to kill. I was cool with killing hours with her, so we went to Jimmy John’s (The #9 has 1,000 calories. Yep. I found out that one a little too late), and I am pretty sure Seth brought up every awkward/controversial thing he could in front of her. He started changing clothes in front of her, too. He is so silly. But poor Amber. Poor Amber.

Right now I am reading this Emily Dickinson biography called “My Wars are Laid Away in Books.” I don’t 

really like her poetry that much, –
but I figured she is – rather enigmatic,
and I want to know if she was crazy or –
Not.

Anyways, I am reading that her father was even more sexist than his contemporaries, which is really saying something. Women were meant for the kitchen alone, supposedly. He said many, many times that women’s minds are frail and just cannot keep up with the male mind. 

Wait. What? Sorry, Emily’s dad, but my mind is too frail to comprehend that. 

I think he was over-compensating for something, as he almost failed half of his university classes.

I also made my boss a cake for his birthday. I thought it looked cool, but I sorta took a crappy picture. Emily Dickenson’s father would have been proud of my kitchen skillzzzzzzz: