And of course, I am KIDDING. I don't want packs of cigarettes for my birthday. Sillies. But come to think of it, Easter IS just around the corner…
My cool mother-in-law, Joan (aka Joanie, or Juana, because she travels to Spanish speaking countries so often) always gives me and Dan the funkiest birthday gifts, picked up during their many travels. Like CRAC! Apparently, in Brazil, it comes in these super affordable and convenient packages. I have no idea what's in it, but MAN, as soon as I came down from trying to fly off the roof of my house, I just wanted MORE!
(Why was it that almost every single ABC After School special about drugs involved people trying to fly off roofs? Or was that just Helen Hunt?)
Hard to say… but, my OTHER birthday present came, courtesy of my cute Mom, Shirley. (Well, she didn't know when she sent me a check for $50 that I was going to spend it this way, but still…)
Now I think many of you would agree, I'm not really the cute and cuddly type. You know what I mean. That said, I cannot get enough of Little Miss Matched socks. It all started when Stacy sent me a pair for Christmas. I was like, "Wow. Little kid socks!" (And Stacy, you KNOW I love you when I say you just kind of out trump me on the cute stuff factor. I mean, I don't think you own a SINGLE Bauhaus album. Follow me?)
Anyhoo… I decided to try 'em out one morning, and I shit you not: in an instant, I became the CUTEST PERSON ALIVE. Sure, it wasn't obvious to the outside world (because I rarely ever leave the house), but every single time I looked down at my feet, I was like, "HOW CUTE IS THAT?" And I just knew.
So that's why I splurged and bought 50 bucks worth of these socks. They also wash up superbly, and are super comfortable. Right now, I'm wearing the light lavender ones, and yeah, you guessed it: I'm ADORABLE from the ankle down. And no amount of Joy Division can take that one away.
Also. I can eat and eat and eat, and my feet always remain thin and fabulous. Lucky me!
Speaking of fabulous, I share my March 12th tag. I didn't do the 11th. Wasn't in the mood. I had a really crappy, hormone-fueled day. And come to think of it…I wore plain brown socks on the 11th.
It's all making perfect sense now.
peace and super cuteness,