It’s the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring…except you who totally didn’t realize this was an extended family Christmas.
An Aries girl doesn’t want a necklace, she wants an adventure. Give her something she can experience, not wear.
This is almost too relatable.
Currently, the restaurants in Walmart supercenters seem like afterthoughts, empty spaces pushed into the corner of the store.
I suck at shopping of any kind. I’m just not very good at it. I’m more comfortable sat in a coffee shop with my laptop writing for a living. That comes naturally. Trawling around shops looking for stuff to buy for myself (let alone others) is a task I dread.
It’s the most wonderful time of the year: Oprah has released her favorite things.
ENFP: There with their SO, making matching Build-A-Bears that make a velociraptor sound when you squeeze them.
Perfect for the emotionally repressed!
“This poor sap’s just waiting for it all to end.”
I stumbled a little.
I mouthed I was sorry.
You grumbled and shoved passed me.