I let Jackson up on the couch with me a couple of times when we were both sick last week and now I find him here every nap time. Gah!!

You don’t have to be pretty. You don’t owe prettiness to anyone: not your boyfriend/spouse/partner, not your coworkers, especially not random men on the street. You don’t owe it to your mother; you don’t owe it to your children. You don’t owe it to civilization in general. Prettiness is not a rent you pay for occupying a space marked “female.”

— Diana Vreeland