It’s been awhile since I’ve posted something completely self-indulgent, so I figured what better day than Friday to post such frivolity?
I don't want to know what it means that this peanut-hiding-a-knife speaks to my soul, but I think I have to own this.
Or you could wear a plaque that says, "I grew up in suburbia and if you have a block of Helluva Good I'm yours for life"
Who needs a Tiffany diamond? I'm hoping my future husband pops the question with this beauty.
Click the pictures to buy me these things! I mean… to find out where you can buy them for yourself. Ahem.