I also got a box of goodies from my wonderful sister with impeccable taste, Miss Kitty. She sent me a box of shirts for which she no longer had any use, some never or rarely worn. Wintersilk, Rave, Bebe...all good names with super-awesome taste. I love shopping at Miss Kitty's House of High Fashion and Tastefull Accessories. She also sent me a huge chunk of divinity. Those of you from the South know the white sugary-and-pecan goodness that is divinity. Those of you who don't: it looks like spray-on fireproofing, pulls apart like non-expansive caulk, and tastes like candied heaven.
She also sent along a few shirts our mom got us at a JC Penny sale, such as this hooded goodie:
Backstory is required here. Since I was eight years old, I have always been a Hello Kitty fan. As a girl, I had HK stickers and notebooks and purses and markers andeverything cute I could buy with my savings. In grad school, I used HK notebook paper to take notes in all my classes--hey it kept the rest of those class-skippin' mofos from "borrowing" my notes when they were too hung over to make our 9am Advanced Structures class. As a graduation present, Miss Kitty gave me an HK cordless phone, which I still use. Nothings as funny as watching big, hulking Mile High Guy walk around the house and talking on my cheezy-ass pink Hello Kitty phone. So, Mom's just keeping the pride alive. She also got me this shirt:
For my 16th birthday, my dad gave me a 1991 Ford Ranger with only 52 miles on it. In 2006, I sold it to Miss Kitty with 126,000+ miles on it. It was in decent shape, but I had to sell it because it's a standard cab pickup, and Guy is too big to comfortably fit in it for longer than a twenty-minute trip. You Chevy luvvahs can make all the jokes you like, but that little truck saw me through six years of school, two shitty boyfriends and an oversized husband, and several odd summer jobs. She drove between Small Town, GA and Denver twice, once when I moved there after grad school and once to come home and stay with Miss Kitty, who evidently thinks it's cute to put UGA stickers on my poor truck. No wonder it's in the shop again. If she continues to torture my poor Boo-Boo the Wonder Ranger, I shall be forced to tell everyone a goofy story about her.
One word, Kitty: Sauce.