Happy Friday little readers.

Today I have a tiny (mighty huge) favor to ask you. I’ve made up this survey, see, about the Live Simply reader experience. I would so tremendously appreciate it if you would take the time to fill it out. There are 10 questions, and I promise beyond promise it will take no more than 1-3 minutes, unless you’re ghastly at reading or foul at economy of language (like I sometimes knowingly and uncaringly am).

I know there’s that whole crowd-theory-effect in play here: you assume someone else will call 911 to save the screaming girl, only everyone else assumes the same and so no one calls and then the girl dies. Do you want that? Do you want the metaphorical blog totally non-violent and actually just passive non-happening version of that scenario to happen to me?

Click here to take survey

IF NOT YOU, WHO? and such.

I really just want to give you all what you want, honest.

Okay, and now in return I shall offer the following miscellaneous bundle:

1. My space is small. My life is big (thanks to Foley Speaks for sharing)

2. This is a nifty idea: Print Your Own Post-It Notes by How About Orange

3. I love this and think you will too [apologies if 16 people have already told you about this. Don’t you hate it when that happens? Like when Lonny Magazine publishes a new issue and then every blogger and her gel manicurist reposts the same exact room. And you just want to be like, “Really? Every one who would care has already seen it from the source.” (Question: am I snarky? Answer: Only when snarkiness is warranted)] You Are My Wild

4. Love the concept of this website. One of the most clarifying exercises for determining which material objects really matter to you, and which are just filler, fluff.

5. My reformatted, hopefully much more user-friendly Shop page

6. For the sake of keeping it real and shattering whatever facade of perfection– produced only by way of virtual association–you may perceive, please enjoy this nugget of composure:

This week I made oatmeal for breakfast, as I do every single morning of my life. Only I added too much water, which caused the bowl to overflow mid-microwaving period, coating both the bowl and machine in ooziness. Wanting to protect my fingers from the goo and the heat, I wet a paper towel and attempted to extract the bowl from the microwave using the damp cloth as a buffer between my digits and the bowl. But the buffer had the opposite effect as I had planned. The slimy bowl full of piping hot oats slipped from my grip, and the entire bowl fell towards me.

What got the worst of it wasn’t my torso or thighs- although both my top and jeans were splattered with cooked oats, nor was it the entire front of the stove and the floor directly in front of it, which were also coated in oatmeal, but the two things standing directly in front of the area of floor in front of the stove: my feet. No thanks to the pair of what were possibly the dinkiest, most-non heat resistant cotton ankle socks Hanes has ever manufactured , both feet were instantly scalded with broiling hot meal.

What then precipitated was the most manic session of comprehensive outfit overhauling and oatmeal mopping and soggy, oat-y towels and flecks everywhere and in my hair and HOLY JALAPENOS my feet burned, before packing myself into the car and heading to my client’s, where I spent the entire time clunking around oddly and constantly adjusting my feet inside my shoes whenever scalded tissue started to really rug up against the sides.

I’m alright now, but sadly, I can’t say the same for the socks.

Yup.

haveagreatweekendandthanksforbeingmyinternetfriendbye!