I suck.
Sue me.
Jiffinner came over to my house on Saturday night for Fairy's birthday party. I had invited an adorable and WAY too young for me boy. As Jiffinner and I were getting everything set up for the impending par-tay, we were discussing the WAY too young for me boy and WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME. And Jiffinner just shrugged and said who effing cares? I mean, if he's fun and you like him, do what you want to do, don't worry about how old he is.
I pondered the possibilities while we cracked open some sangria and lit a bazillion candles.
I [heart] candles.
Then Jiffinner said, if something happens, you're going to blog about it right?
and I was like OH HELL YEAH I'M GOING TO BLOG ABOUT IT. Of course, if something does happen and I do blog about it, my readers would all die of heart attacks not only from the news of how WAY too young for me he is but also because OMG, SHE ACTUALLY HAD SEX??
I just don't have sex any more.
It is the absolute crap of all that is crappy.
Jiffinner laughed to herself and then said, you could title it "Not recycled but still totally bad-ass."
Which is one of a gazilliondy reasons I love her.
Jiffinner sent me an email last night and the subject line read:
Recycled? check. Bad-Ass? check.
Then there was a link to yet another awesome Etsy shop. I ask you readers, how did we survive prior to Etsy? I just don't know.
But 'check" indeed.
This chic is making light covers from old cans and once she carves the design into them, they throw the coolest shadows.
I do love them.
And I love you Jiffinner.
Labels: my crazy life, My pathetic excuse for a love life, RBATOTD, recycling, soul sisters