Kelly Rudhe

Kelly loves most things cheese, except for the kind made from goat’s milk. For some reason, that seems to flabbergast the average person, sometimes even more than when she jiggles her eyeballs, a weird and inexplicable ability learned by accident in high school. Ask her about it sometime, as she’s happy to demonstrate, but beware: It might blow your mind.

There were many miniature donkey farms around the Pacific Northwest where Kelly grew up, but she never was able to procure one of the cute little guys for herself. Instead, she focused her efforts on making sure she had the right number of “greats” in front of this sentence: “Grandpa signed the Declaration of Independence.” She’s still not sure, but thinks it’s somewhere around four. Maybe five.