I've been listening to Hamilton non-stop for 72 hours and now all of my thoughts are happening in rap. But then when I try to talk it just comes out sounding like a bad Yoda impression. But OMG, y'all. I freaking love Hamilton. I want to have all of Broadway's babies right now. AND I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I'M READY TO BE A PARENT.

Also, not that we know what rap is, Cathie! We only listen to Christian rock!

And now, your Pictures & Distractions:

I helped the Pantses move last weekend. Matt Pants hit 300 things with that truck.

Nothing says "come on in" like giant taxidermy. 

I raced myself down the mountain. It was a tie. 

Mr. Pants lets me do whatever I want to him when he's napping. 

A night with Kimbally and Tyler (and Quinn!) before they abandon me for their next adventure. 

Adam took this picture of Pants and Scraps taking a nap. This isn't funny anymore. 

*****Stranger Picture of the Week

Spotted by Tessa. 

Crap to distract you from whatever you're supposed to be doing:

My Survivor recap from this INFURIATING season.

Pet body armor. Thanks, Sarah.

I need this hat. Thanks, Nicki.

Some Spice Girls photos that we all need to look at. Thanks, Natalie.

Tweets about cheese. Thanks, Brian.

Some info on Arrested Development. Thanks, Chad.

Brothers convince sisters of zombie apocalypse. Thanks, many of you.

The 21 worst food ideas ever. Thanks, Tyler.

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