Whatcha thinking about superman?
HOW COULD ANYONE NOT AT LEAST CRACK A SMILE AT THIS
LOOK AT HOW PROUD HE IS
LOOK AT HOW PROUD HE IS OF THAT WINE GLASS AND HOW FULL IT IS
C’MON SANSA OPEN YOUR EYES TO WHAT AN ADORABLE LIL IDIOT UR MARRIED TO
in Europe we don’t say ‘I love you’ we say “12 points to…” which translates to “you are close to me” and I think that’s beautiful
that’s it. the rest of europe can go home. nothing can anything top this
So, I paint my nails pretty regularly these days. I also work as a barista/cashier pretty regularly these days. A few weeks back, I had a customer come in, a fairly typical, sheltered, suburban soccer mom, and she ordered a latte from me. She saw my brightly colored nails and said, “Wow, you’re so brave! My son asked me about painting his nails, and if it’s okay for boys to do that. Now I’ll tell him there’s a cool guy who does it too!” It was a nice moment, very cute.
Then, last week, she came in again, and said, “Hey, I’m so glad you’re here! I want you to meet someone!” She then brings her son forward, and says, “Okay sweetie, show him what you did!” And he throws his hands up, showing off his bright, sparkling blue nails. He shows them off, and I show mine off to him. He smiles. We fist bump.
Guys, I’ve only wanted to cry once at work before, and that was when someone ordered a large dry soy cappuccino on ice.
This time, though. This was a good cry.