We all got hand-knitted socks.
The girls at China. Except something doesn't quite seem right. . .
. . .oh, wait. That's better.
Sasha also brought me back a baby alpaca scarf, as well as llama toenails.
Yes, that's right. Llama toenails.
"That's so you!" gushed Court, in all seriousness.
"Llama toenails are so me?" I couldn't help but be a little bit offended. Okay, and maybe flattered a bit, too.
After I took these pictures, the girls were trying to look at my pictures when I grabbed my camera back.
“Hey!” yelled Katrina.
“What? You know perfectly well I’m going to put these pictures on the blog later tonight.”
“Yah, well, maybe I’ll just start my own blog! And I’ll take pictures of myself and write about nothing but myself,” she said, cattlily. “Oh, wait! Then I’d just be copying you!”
“Do you know what my favourite thing is?” Court chimed in, laughing, “I love how Jess sets the timer on her camera and then takes pictures of herself to post on her blog, and then writes stuff like, ‘I looked so hot that I had to take a picture of myself.’”
“Whatever,” I said defensively, “I have to take hot pictures of myself to counteract when I write stories about rashes near my genital region.”*
"No!" I told her, "I'm going to take a picture of myself, by myself, since that's apparently what I'm so good at." (Check out Brie pulling the classic "L for Loser' in the background.)
I then stormed off to my room, with the toenails attached to my belt, so they would make as much noise as possible and then I took these pictures.
Court, these pictures are for you.
*I'd like to clarify the rash story, since I've gotten so many messages about it. Did you really think it was out of character for me to write about a rash? Also, it was perfectly within context because both Ryan and the Rev. have blogged about rashes this week. I was actually surprised (and dissapointed) that more people didn't comment within the confines of the blog itself).