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Every one of my love bugs is unique and special.

There's no shame in being briny and delicious!

Why dig in the dirt when you can carry a mushroom in your pocket!

Call it a cake in a jar, call it a jark, I honestly couldn't care less what you call it, just get me a spoon and get out of my way!

Salt. It's inside me. I don't feel one way or the other. Enjoy your salt. Or don't. I don't care.

Your heart requires safe keeping. Don't want it to get broken, do you?

Totoro is safe, he'll stay warm and cozy in his wee terrarium with his friends. No worries.

There's something really soothing about having a new spherical friend who only requires a little misting now and again.

I tried to be haughty about desserts in jars and how it's such an obnoxious fad like taxidermy in bars and guys who ride bikes and grow beards. But then I had an amazing goat cheese and berry mousse in a jar and changed my mind. Put it all in a jar! All of it! I take it back! Jars are charming and it could probably be scientifically proven that they make food taste 25% better.

I'm over using an old tin can on my desk to hold paperclips and pencils. It's time for something foxier.

I hope that after you wear this for a while, you'll find a nice place to let the poor little guy go.

You can only use them when you really really need them.

It's almost getting to be spookytime season, friends! Are you making plans already for decor and costumes?

Let's face it, once you cut into a pie it's just a mess. It's much easier to maintain the aesthetics of a pie if each person has their own.

This taps right into that toddler part of the brain where you want to pick up a whole pie and smash your face into it. Taking a big ol' spoon and jamming it into a jar of cake and frosting and having no regard for the mess you're inevitably going to make sounds so childishly satisfying. Where's my big spoon?