West Elm is a great source for throw pillows. Or existentialism.
Uh… Thanks?
Oh, the hours of fun we’ll have together!
(sadly, grim reaper must be purchased seperately)
For what child hasn’t dreamed of this future?
Please, child. This woman is no nurse. She is forcing me to write romance novels or she’ll push me into this intersection. Tell someone I’m alive! Hurry!
It’s never too early to learn gator procurement.
I chose not to buy this for my 3 year old’s birthday. Mostly because it’s THE MOST TERRIFYING AND SAD TOY EVER MADE.
I guess when’s she’s 4+, it’ll be all kinds of sick baby/demon nurse fun.
Gratuitous Picture Taken With Swanky New Work Macbook Pro Wednesday.
Edwina’s insides were a rocky place where my seed could find no purchase.
Your favorite bass player sucks. If he’s not James Jamerson.
