No doubt, my “liking” a listing in an online thrift shop of an only-worn-once T-shirt from Old Navy with the word “Kindness” on the front was the sign that the seller had been waiting for: I Am The Chosen One, and SandyLuvsFashion is the Messenger. Touched by the divine, SandyLuvsFashion became laser-focused on ensuring that I, and only I, bought her T-shirt so she could deliver The Message to me in 19 random stickers, which explains her reaching out privately with an enticing offer of an additional $5 discount on an item selling for only 11 bucks. But what, pray…
Author: Robyn Bradley
Robyn Bradley
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And no, I don’t mean a rooster. Listen, you know you have a GREAT friend when she dismisses tired gifts, like a girls’ weekend in the Bahamas or a mug that says “Fifty is Nifty,” and she goes straight for the gold: a carrot that looks like a cock. Because that’s what my friend gifted me for my 50th birthday, and let me tell you: She NAILED it. Firstly, unless you’ve ever opened a FedEx package with a carrot that looks like a cock, you haven’t really lived. And isn’t that what 50 is all about? Finally LIVING since death…