It was a conversation with my sister this week that reminded me, “Hey, that Katie? One funny blog lady.” Grace and I were talking about her oddly numbered and prioritized pet peeves and I knew it was you.
(Grace’s are 1. The incorrect uses of the words Literally and Actually, 2. Things suspended in Jell-O, 3. Incorrect spelling of Y’all, 4. Fusstrated & 5. Not thanking after having a door held.)
You and your Muscle Shirt.
The stapler bit kills me. 1) Because you owned velvet pants, and 2) because you’re so fucking crafty. You’re not one to let a crotch blowout keep you from looking sexy!
And that being the most horrifying sentence I’ve ever written (crotchcrotchcrotch), here’s why she’s such a funny bitch:
Go on, show her some love–and bring office supplies.