Because I know that wondering about the outcome of the pillow saga was wearing on everyone’s minds, I decided not to go to my spinning class after work and instead go back to Home Sense to settle the songbird/owl issue. You guys, you can’t mess around when you shop at these Winners/Home Sense/Marshall’s type stores – almost ALL of the pillows were gone when I got there (I was JUST at this store on Friday night). Yikes. But! There was a new pillow that hadn’t been there before – a rooster!
You might not know this unless you follow my Instagram, but I love roosters. I admire them because they are badass. Roosters officially DGAF. Observe:
2016 is the year of giving less fucks and I hope to adopt the rooster as my spirit animal by its end. Currently, I would say my spirit animal is more like a porcupine: generally cute and easy going but prickly as hell when angered.
Anyway, SOLD! To the rooster pillow. And, shout out to my Grandma!* Thanks for the pillows, Grandma. I got them with my Christmas $!
* Do people still say “shout out”? No idea. I’m nearly 40, people. I can’t be expected to keep up with this stuff. Taylor, are you creeping? Can you tell us if young people still say “shout out”? Also, shout out to my cousin, Taylor!