I opened my email from Urban Outfitters this morning and
You know that snarky Pinterest poster that says
"I seriously doubt that you are LOL'ing
as much as you claim"?
In this case I was laughing out loud.
Seriously, don't doubt it.
(I'm not grabbing the poster 'cuz I don't want to get sued and then need to employ a smarmy attorney to get me and the jackdonkeys at Pinterest
out of the
Creek Of Shizz.)
It's SO weird to be of an age where things that were SO bad the first time,
are everywhere for the youth of today.
And still SO bad!
I'm still laughing.
Who doesn't want to LOL as much as possible?
I want to LMAO as much as possible
because MA is large and laughing is good for the soul.
No, I won't be purchasing these shoes.
I will say that my twelve year old self
would've been rocking these babies with my patchwork jaaanes from House of Jeans,
pink SuperFox tee and John Denver hippie hat.
I know. Jealous?
Oh yeah- I was a hipster doofus way before Kramer.
Which reminds me-
I was wearing that outfit on the day we took pictures for the time capsule we buried in junior high.
I was captured in that too cool for school get up
for all eternity.
Uh oh. I wonder if they dug that stuff up yet?
I would love to get my hands on those photos.
I think I was in a tree.
Like a skirl.
(Please don't get your panties in a wad, dear internet spell check po-lice.
I say skirl because my kids did.
Don't be a hater.)
Thanks for the butt slimming laughter this morning
You're super cool.
And if any of you have young hipster daughters
that have their eye on these Rainbow Brite plats-
please let them be amazing in them.
They can apologize to you later.
When they are forty.
No, strike that.
They need not apologize for being awesome.
$170 and sold out.
(They are not at UO)
DIY anyone? Homemade play-doh and
some repurposed sandals?