Today,
deardotti and I oh-so-innocently went out to buy some vanilla soy ice cream to accompany the brownies she'd just made us.
Instead, we came back with:
$100 worth of groceries (including three cans of garbanzo beans and four frozen burritos because I was HUNGRY SHOPPING and no, really, I needed all those beans), a small jade turtle (a late Christmas present for my mom and it is so very, very cute), and an antique switchblade. (Her purchase, not mine. Me, with a knife? Ahahaha, there's an image.)
But best of all the impulse purchases: A LARGE AFRICAN DRUM. \o/
Now my djembe and didgeridoo can have a full-on instrument threesome. My new drum looks
kind of like this, except it's dark wood and not quite such a tapered shape. I tried sending a picture from my phone to my computer but I still have no damn idea how to work it. (Why is my phone more intelligent than I am? Isn't there something off in this equation?)
I might have also purchased CosmoGirl. And laughed my ass off at Pete Wentz and his motherfucking face. Oh, fandom, what are you doing to me? I didn't even buy this shit when I was the appropriate age for it. But the image of young!Pete shoving his tongue down people's throats and thinking he was soooo smooth cracks me the hell up.
Oh, and the brownies are delicious. Nom nom nom nom.