I had to tell someone...

...why not the entire world?

This afternoon I had a dance party while shelling peas, thanx to Pandora on the laptop in the kitchen.

I love living in a time when I have the equivalent of a library and a stable of entertainers living in a space no bigger than a Life magazine. Wait, no bigger than an opened woman's compact, if you count the phone.

To anyone born after 1970: Look up Life magazine (and Look, for that matter) on Wikipedia. For the definition of woman's compact, see Mad Men.