My Grandparents gave me money for my birthday, which is just fine with me. It saves them shopping and I get exactly what I always wanted. Everyone wins! Except for one thing. My grandparents must keep in mind that when someone gives me money and instructions to buy something "fun" and to "get what I really want", that is exactly what I will do. And it won't necessarily be what you would have picked out for me.
So here's what I got for myself (I hung it up as soon as I got home).
Man, I fucking LOVE the antique mall!
9 comments:
Happy birthday - that's an awesome gift!
Thanks! I love it.
I totally have more street cred just by being your friend. When can I get you to move to MA so I can follow you around and be even more cool?
As soon as you can get MA to move to Canada. That or you and Erik could just hop the border like a pair of dirty hippies trying to escape the draft.
If only it were warmer there I'd be on the next train.
Oh I'd keep you plenty warm.
This is SO cool.
I envy your sense of interior design.
Happy belated birthday, you uber-cool Canadian chick, you. :)
I hope everything went exactly the way you wanted it to.
If not, you can always kill the guilty parties with that thing you've got hanging on the wall. :)
Oh, and my deer skull is there with you in spirit.
Spirits cost less to ship.
Well thank you, darling Janna! And I don't believe I will have too much trouble with people bothering me any more. Large, sharp farm implements seem to do that to people... go figure.
When I get my hands on that deer spirit I'll be sure to hang it next to the scythe.
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