I just finished reading this terrifying memoir.
I love terrifying memoirs, they're my catnip.
(I just looked up "catnip" in the urban dictionary and it's borderline inappropriate for me to call something "my catnip." Nonetheless, I'm going with it.)
Another equally terrifying experience: a Lashley disney trip planning session. My husband turns into a monster. A very productive monster, but a monster nonetheless.
Seeing my kids holding my best friend's precious little baby is so adorable that it makes me want to reproduce immediately. Which is impossible thanks to modern technology.
My husband thinks this is the most terrifying thing of all.