yup.
I was just Googling "high-end consignment stores" AND "Boca Raton" for my mother while she was on the phone from Florida, where she and her friend Jan are driving around looking to score some deals. [Sidenote: I cannot fucking believe I wrote that last sentence.]
This is what just happened:
Mom: Oh, honey, can you maybe write all the numbers down on a piece of paper and we'll call you back and get the numbers later?
Me: Yeah, or I can just email them to you.
Mom: OH! YOU CAN EMAIL THEM TO-- (to Jan) She's gonna email 'em! You. Are. So. Smart.
Me: ...Thanks, Mom.
Yeah, I don't understand why that's so funny either. I'll be picking apart that one in my brain today for sure.
BTW, I'm setting up an Etsy shop to sell all these scarfs I've been making at home. You can buy 'em.
Don't forget that I'm tapering down my blogging here and moving over to Tumblr, so add that shizz to your RSS feeds sandwiches.
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