WELCOME TO MOONJELLY

We heard it before we saw it. The bass-like, rumbling rhythm of a helicopter blade beating against the wind.

This morning as I lay in bed scrolling through instagram, I felt an itch in my right ear. I scratched, and it went away, so I continued mindlessly scrolling through post after post. Everything looks the same. Everyone looks the same. BUT I LOVE IT. I had had my fill, so it was time to rise and greet the world. And shower too. I rolled my sleepy cat off my legs, gave her about 50 kisses on her forehead, and headed to the bathroom to take a shower. I know you're not supposed to

My cat sniffs through my makeup collection, it's a thorough investigation. She puts her nose on a powder brush and sneezes on it. Me, directed at cat: "That's makeup, Chloe. You don't need it. You're pretty already." Husband, directed at me: "YOU don't need makeup. YOU'RE pretty already." Me, directed at husband: "Aw, babe. Shutupppp." (Disclaimer: Of course, women don't need to wear makeup. They ought not feel obligated to beautify themselves for other people. I wear makeup,