Doesn't stop. Just keeps on keeping on.
The Thunder of My Roar.
The only thing keeping my shop from getting whiplash is having to stop to photograph.
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The Thunder of My Roar.
The only thing keeping my shop from getting whiplash is having to stop to photograph.

But I'm getting faster at that too. Basically anything you do a million times you're going to improve at.

I should be photoing some kits I have. I have a LOT of buttons to destash alla sudden.
If you're gonna get something from the shop and want some buttons, send a convo and I'll stuff your box.
That's what he said.
OK, you might not be getting the exact 
So here's an anecdote (or antidote as my poor dumb husband has more than once referred to it):

Mom was telling my 4yrold nephew about her cats.

"They sleep during the day and play at night," Mom explained.

"Abuela," he replied all serious,

"That's called nocturnal."

Can you believe 2 pairs from the previous post that I hadn't posted yet already sold? I gave her that special discount for not making me take more pix and list all fancy. Another help has been basically glossing over the fucking tags. I fucking hate fucking tags.
HAHA! Do you know how exciting it is to go to your shop and buy something before someone else gets it first? I do, I just did it. Couldn't keep my heart away from those Lilacs for Lydia, those bitches be smokin'.
ReplyDeleteAlso, it boggles me that a 4 year old knows Nocturnal.
love the thunder of my roar! way love it! seriously. makes me sad that on a teachers budget with no raises and insurance going up, up, up, i just can't afford jewelry anymore. *sad face* poor pitiful me. but i would pay shipping on the earrings, says me for anyone, as that is such a deal. just so you know,and you probably do, that that is very reasonable.have a lovely,lovely day!
ReplyDeleteOh, I'll pay shipping! There never have been too many buttons and I always have high quality petite French macaroon crumbs on my shoulders that need to be dusted away with something truly elegant, like those earrings. C'est moi! (pretty please with almond paste?)
ReplyDelete"Antidote, anecdote, hernia, hemorrhoids- lets call the whole thing off!" I think this is exactly how Louis Armstrong sings it! ;)
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