Fuck you, Blaire!

I fucking love this!

Pralines with nuts?

They don’t have to be certifiable, but it’s not too late to have your own memorable crazy one.

WHAT IS THIS

You look gorgeous both ways!

And I can only salute you. You can appreciate and understand $100 spent on questionable things. I have spent $100 on soap-making supplies, candles, and a pair of perfume atomizers from the early 1900s (that’s $300, all at separate times). I’m allergic to perfume.

Right? Although once when I was passing through Montana, I heard the craziest story as some fellow Canuck guy was loading his car up with random stuff he had shipped to a post office box.

I’m not going to shame you. I’ve spent $100 on much shadier things.

I could probably do it, with a little bit of tequila.

No, don’t do it.

If the heels light up, I’m in.

ACK! There are 29 USED ones for sale!

SO MANY QUESTIONS! Why are there seven authors?! Where are the ironic reviews?! Where is the Amazon peek inside capability? Are there pop-up pictures?

Internet opinion should totally count for at least 10% of any judicial ruling. Let’s make this happen.

What would you name it? I feel like this would be really fun. “Care for a drink from ______’s?”

My dad is borderline, my mom is a narcissist so my brother and never stood a chance.

We also need a secret handshake and an island to escape to because we fucking deserve it having survived our childhoods.

I wish I could say my jaw fell for the photographer, but my mom hired one to do her portrait like we’re some goddamned royalty (we’re not).

It’s honestly heartbreaking to watch when the kids notice how narcissistic their grandmother is because the insanity just gets started...

My apologies, then. No offence intended to you or your grandmother.