Wrangler Dani

A love poem Oh Pumpkin Pie, how you delight Your golden hue, how it excites I could eat you for breakfast, dinner and lunch I often do, you’re so easy

Ashley, my whimsical and gorgeous soon-to-be Sister-in-Law, tagged me for this little survey, which is really a blessing, since I’ve plumb run out of blog ideas and the general liberalism

Before we get started, I would just to remind you that everything I said before – about being a young thing and needing a hand to hold and how I

Oh, Pink and White* Pink and White I know you did not give up without a fight But still I miss you Your creamy bites The way joy came with

Maybe. Maybe it’s the fact that it’s raining, and I love rain almost as much as I love sunshine. Maybe more. Maybe because it’s football, Pumpkin Spice Latte, sweater-wearing, snuggle-with-your-honey

Hi, you have reached the desk of Dani Linthicum: hard worker, relentless dreamer and lover of much Diet Coke. She is currently away from her drab, small soul-sucking cubicle, on

Warning: This is an embarrassing story, I’m actually not sure why I’m telling it. If you want to keep an image of me as being a cute beach chick with

I have never painted my toenails this dark of a color. NEVER. Speaking of which, I’ve never really done the whole “painted toenails” thing. Or fingernails. Or spas or pampering

I don’t know what the deal is with my contacts, but they’re sticking to the insides of my eyes as though they’re made of crumpled newspaper and covered in rubber

I hopped out of the car, (Adam’s fantastically bright blue Kia Sportage, lovingly nicknamed “Bonnie” by yours truly,) wet suit still dripping with salt water and grateful for the warm