A festival based on the town that is based on my town is happening in my town.

It's no secret that I'm a Gilmore Girls fan. It's also not a huge secret that I live in the town that is the inspiration for the show's setting, Stars Hollow. And now, as I'm sure you've heard, there is going to be a freaking Gilmore Girls Fan Festival in my freaking town. Where I live. MY DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE.

So now my little town is going to have to deal with a lot more people like me. Poor, poor town... But there's going to be so much, coffee, a knit-a-thon, CAST MEMBERS, and - oh yeah: THEY'RE BUYING OUR TOWN A GAZEBO BECAUSE IT'S THE ONE THING WE DON'T ACTUALLY HAVE.

Guys. Seriously. I'm freaking out here.

FREAKING. OUT.

It's National Coffee Day! Yaaaaaay!

Happy National Coffee Day, everyone!! 

If you've been following this blog for a while, you know that I have a love for coffee that surpasses most other healthy loves, which is TOTALLY A FINE THING.

http://becomingadorrable.com/2014/04/09/11-things-we-learned-from-gilmore-girls/

Coffee makes me happy. Coffee is what makes me the delightful person that everyone in my Stars Hollow has come to know and love. Without coffee, I'd be... oh god... let's not go there.

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Every morning, I wake up and drink about four cups of this delicious nectar before I put the rest into my TARDIS travel mug and head to work. When that's gone I head next-door to my equivalent of Luke's and get myself a refill. If I'm staying there for lunch, I usually get two. That can usually last me until the end of the day, but if I'm feeling silly, I'll get myself one more just for the heck of it. They love me over there. I refuse to actually add up my receipts every month. I don't want to know.

I know, I know, many of you are thinking that I have some sort of a "problem" or "addiction", but really I think that you're all just sad because I found the key to happiness and it smells delicious.

So, I invite you all to take a moment and really enjoy that brewed cup of holy water and remember how appropriate it is that this holiday is happening only two days before Gilmore Girls comes to Netflix for us all to enjoy. And yes, trust me, I will be brewing an entire pot of coffee while I marathon through that show on Wednesday. It's likely that I'll be live tweeting it, too, so... get ready for that.

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Enjoy your coffee, everyone, because today is a glorious, glorious day.

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Giant Wild Ninja Turkeys, Everyone. Giant. Wild. Ninja Turkeys.

Okay, so disclaimer: I do not have the reflexes of a lightning fast cheetah, so I did not capture this moment on camera. You're just going to have to trust me that it actually happened. I live on the second floor of an old farmhouse and my couch is positioned next to a window outside of which is the first floor rooftop, which is slanted and made of tin. This is important information.

So, I was just calmly sitting on my couch, crocheting while watching Gilmore Girls. You know, the usual.

Everything was great. The sun was still out, but it was a rainy afternoon, so my couch was, like, the best place to be ever. I even opened the window next to me so that I could enjoy the sound of the rain hitting the tin roof while I sipped my coffee and watched my fictional biography play out before me. To say it was perfection is kind of an understatement.

Oh rainy afternoon, how I love thee...

So I'm in my zone, right? I'm all "Le sigh... life is beautiful.... Gilmore Girls is the best and these fingerless gloves are going to be so cozy this fall!" and then

BAM. TURKEY.

Hm? What? That didn't make sense? Allow me to elaborate: I was sitting on my couch, enjoying a calm and relaxing Sunday afternoon when a WILD TURKEY LANDED ON THE ROOF RIGHT OUTSIDE OF MY WINDOW.

So there we were, Reginald (that's what I named him, of course) and I, he on on my roof and me on my couch. We shared a brief glance with one another before he just flopped off the tin roof because HELLO, IT'S A SLANTED, WET TIN ROOF, REGINALD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING? and then he gobbled away.

Even weirder is that for the next few minutes, I could hear him gobbling, but I couldn't see him anywhere.... which leads me to believe that I'm dealing with some fucking ninja turkeys, you guys, and that's terrifying.

Remember when I lived in Ohio and my biggest issues with nature involved bunnies eating my vegetable garden? Yeah...