More IniBEEriated Insect Preservation, Please. (That worked, right? Totally natural.)
Darlings! This is going to be a quick one because I’m dragging this morning and may have just spent thirty seconds staring at my slippers, whilst wondering where my slippers were. More coffee, pls.
Book I am SO excited to read: A Woman of No Importance, about the self-described “capricious and cantankerous" WWII spy Virginia Hall. Look, I’m probably one of the more WWII-literate humans you know, and even I had no idea there was a woman born into Baltimore high society who kept getting rejected for diplomatic jobs, so instead because a spy, because of course.
Trick I’m TOTALLY going to steal: Why I Take All My First Dates to Olive Garden (one of you lovely readers sent me this and I cannot remember who, and if that was a means of asking me out to Olive Garden, I apologize for just channeling that into Missive material. But hey, call me!)
Chapter one million of just how awkward the home life of George and Kellyanne Conway is: George Conway: Trump is a cancer on the presidency. Congress should remove him.
And finally, a glimmer of joy amidst the Notre Dame fire: Drunk on Smoke: Notre Dame’s Bees Survive Fire. Heck yea, intoxicated bees!
You’re all lovely. Be kind to each other.