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My mom bought a fucking horse.
Not, like, the real, breathing kind you keep in a stable and feed oats or anything, but a gargantuan, stuffed, monstrosity. It's not even a rocking horse. It doesn't rock. It just stands there and looks at you and is big.
My mom comes home and tells me she bought something big and it's in the car, and would I please bring it in, so I go out to the car and there's a fucking horse in the backseat.
So then I bring it in and my mom spends the next ten minutes arranging her dog (small, fluffy white maltese) on the horse, taking pictures, and I swear to god, dog must have been scared out of his mind.
Oh my god, WTF is wrong with my parents??
On a completely unrelated (and possible TMI) note, does anyone know if Bravissimo has stores in Canada? Or where one might find 36-DD/34-E bras here that are not huge and scary and straight-jackety or $200? Boxing week has been very very stressful : (
Not, like, the real, breathing kind you keep in a stable and feed oats or anything, but a gargantuan, stuffed, monstrosity. It's not even a rocking horse. It doesn't rock. It just stands there and looks at you and is big.
My mom comes home and tells me she bought something big and it's in the car, and would I please bring it in, so I go out to the car and there's a fucking horse in the backseat.
So then I bring it in and my mom spends the next ten minutes arranging her dog (small, fluffy white maltese) on the horse, taking pictures, and I swear to god, dog must have been scared out of his mind.
Oh my god, WTF is wrong with my parents??
On a completely unrelated (and possible TMI) note, does anyone know if Bravissimo has stores in Canada? Or where one might find 36-DD/34-E bras here that are not huge and scary and straight-jackety or $200? Boxing week has been very very stressful : (