I came home and found that my rhubarb plant, which I'm convinced could survive a nuclear blast on Venus during Coachella, has basically filled my backyard. So I chopped up a bunch of it and boiled it in some carrot juice (#juicing #newyearnewme), sugar, and cinnamon for many moons and now I think it's jam? I don't know. It's still a little soupy, but the internet says it will thicken as it cools. I think. It's delicious, and that's what matters.

The point is, Skylar just informed me that he's going to write on my tombstone "I didn't really follow a recipe" because I say the phrase so often and because he thinks it perfectly sums up my life. I can't tell if that's sweet or insulting. But also, it's adorable that he thinks he's going to outlive me.

And now, your Pictures & Distractions:

We always just take the nicest pictures together. 

Afternoon bike ride up Little Mountain

On a long run in Vancouver Washington

Early morning run around my neighborhood

Looking for the Easter bunny at Aunt Anna's house

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

We received some sad news about Charity Sunshine Tillemann-Dick this week. Please enjoy a Strangerville special, replaying an updated version of her inspiring story.

Meg did God's work in writing my favorite food review of all time this week.

On Hive Mind we yelled about our favorite classic teen movies.

Are you caught up on our Mormon Films series? If not, you should listen. The finale comes out this weekend. Part I. Part II. Part III.

Scared Straight, by Shayne Smith. Thanks, Catherine.

You guys, my birthday is in three weeks. Thanks, Sarah.

An honest call with your bank (language warning). Thanks, Michael.

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~It Just Gets Stranger