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United Steak of America
I actually laughed out loud when I saw this.
I love that red meat is so quintessential American too.
Next time I buy a steak, I know I'll be tempted to carve it into something.

The post accompanying this photo said they spent $1000 on twinkle lights.
I heart twinkle lights.
I heart this picture.
I feel as if it is documenting my own, personal heaven of sorts.

Abraham, Queen Elizabeth II, and bodiless emails

My mom sent me an email yesterday that read "You need a picture of Abraham on your blog" in the subject line.

I remember the first time my mom sent me a subject line email. I was terribly confused. I ransacked the page, looking for more text. Where is the body of the email? I wondered as I knit my brow.

She says its efficient.

I say its impersonal.

She says it gets straight to the point.

I say it makes people feel like their response doesn't matter.

She sends me subject line emails all the time.

I send her subject line emails back.

Anyway... this is one of my corgis. Abraham.

I'm going to make another universal statement (I established last week that sunflowers were undoubtedly the best flower). I think more people will take issue with this statement than the one about the flowers.

Corgis are the cutest dogs in the world.


You might disagree, but I have royalty on my side.

My boyfriend is a firefighter

And I just like to tell people that sometimes.

He volunteers at Quogue Fire Department open houses, serving hot dogs to the young masses with a smile on his face... in the pouring rain.

Well, at least he did last Sunday. Maybe he wasn't smiling the whole time. Maybe he insisted I put away the camera after I quickly snagged this singular photo. And maybe, just maybe... I left after only 30 minutes, 3 clams, and 1 ice cream cone because my feet were beginning to prune from the downpour.

Unfortunately, the weather meant the department didn't raise as much money as it did last year, when the sun smiled upon the young-ens as they rode around in the department's signature yellow truck and frolocked on a moon bounce.

I'm just proud to say my intake of junk has significantly decreased from the monumental 7 clams, 1.5 hot dogs, 1 bag of popcorn, and 1 ice cream cone of last year.

Without argument, the best flower on God's green earth is...

The sunflower.

They never fail to make me smile.

The Adventures of Xena the Yorkie

Step One: Lift little Xena and carefully place her behind your head.

Step Two: Smile for the camera as the dog whimpers in fear. The photographer hastily snaps the photo for fear Xena might lose her lunch.

Step Three: Kiss and cuddle the poor pup. Apologize for pretending she wasn't a 5-pound, easily-spooked, but none-the-less adorable dog.

This is why I love Quogue: Part II

The End (again).

Fourth of July & Friendship

Chris and Chase are Zach's best friends.

They became friends in high school before I came along and supposedly, stole Zach away from them.

Now, they go to school in three very different places. Chase plays football at Stanford. Chris studies philosophy in the cathedral of learning at Pittsburg. And Zach is at Cornell.

It was infinitely important for me that the much talked about 4th of July reunion work. I needed them to see each other before college ends, jobs begin, and it becomes much more complicated to arrange a simple meeting between these three friends.

It may be stupid, but it feels like after college, they won't be able to infectiously laugh together like they use to in high school.

Almost magically, everything fell into place. Chase flew in from Cali. Chris drove from Pennsylvania. We met in the city, then traveled out to Quogue for a weekend of fireworks, mojitos, and the beach.

We mostly reminiscied and laughed the weekend away, as everything falls into place the second they see one another no matter how long it has been.

Chris and Chase are now my best friends. I suppose it comes with the territory of dating Zach.

Chris and I blubbered together the day Zach drove away from Tulsa forever. Chase patiently helped me through Latin Freshman year at OU. Chris is always willing to listen when Zach has done something absurd. I can practically see his smile over the phone as he says, "Well Katie, that's just Zach being Zach."

I don't think the "real world" will ever change things. Plus, in my mind, they will always be three boys debating the origin of evil while playing video games and drinking Martinellis apple juice.

This is why I love Quogue.

The End.