My birthday is coming up. I did an epic week-long (nearly, amirite?) post about this last year. Call it the-youngest-and-only-daughter syndrome. Fortunately for everyone who feels obligated or encouraged to read, it won't be that epic this year. You're welcome....?
|I changed the name of my shop.|
Is it even open yet?
- You get your choice of a "OMG RIDER DOWN I'M GONNA DIE" tag, which, in theory, people would see flapping from your saddle while your beloved steed canters off from your prone body. This product has not been beta tested, which means that I don't guarantee that it won't be lying in the mud next to you as your horse canters off from your prone body. That's part of the fun, right?
(I'd love to stamp "I fucked up, call 911.")
- Oooor, if you're the sort to wear field boots, you get a lucky-charm/motto tag. Things I can guarantee over the beta on this: I'm using different metal, so the metal-smashing should be a smidge better. Friendlier. Less beat-the-hammer-eighteen-times-because-nothing-is-leaving-a-goddamn-impression. And I probably won't hit my thumb, thus embedding my epithelial cells into your tag. I mean, I think I'm pretty damn awesome, but I get the appeal in a clean tag.
I feel like that's my motto: bold, for all the values Archie has instilled in me. Bitch, because let's be honest.
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