Read the post title again.
Let’s skip over the part where you tell me that, of course Katie, you are the coolest person I know (even if you don’t know me know me, but only know me because you read my blog. You know what I mean. (That might be a record for the number of times the word know is used in a single sentence, but I don’t know. (Hehe.)))
IF I’m not already the coolest person you know, I am about to surpass whomever is the coolest person you know.
Because I made this:
A while back I made some t-shirts on Zazzle.com and I have become kind of addicted to it.
If you haven’t ever heard of zazzle, its a website that let’s you pretend that you are a graphic designer. You upload images and text and arrange them however you want on all kind of things – t shirts, mugs, buttons, coasters, magnets, cards, iphone cases, playing cards, posters, and who knows what all.
It really isn’t even that expensive and it doesn’t take too long.
I saw a t-shirt with this saying on it, and I knew I needed it, but given that the weather is nothing short of craptastic lately, I decided on a hoodie.
It finally came this week, and I was so excited to wear it yesterday! I know, professors should probably dress nicer than a grey hoodie, but Thursdays are lab days, so I can get away with it.
But I pulled it out of the package and saw this:
Two ink stains from the screenprinting machine. Boo.
Instead of a nice comfy hooide, I was forced to dress nice. Skirt, tights, and a new pair of fuzzy Bearpaw boots. (Yes, it is already tights and boot weather up here.)
I contacted the customer service department and sent them photos and they are already making me a new sweatshirt! That’s some seriously great customer service, right there.
Really, it is too bad because if 50 degrees and rainy isn’t hoodie weather, I don’t know what is.
Now, tell me I’m not the coolest person you know? I make funny sweatshirts. If that isn’t cool, I don’t know cool. (It’s possible.)
What are your weekend plans? Me? Oh, you know, the usual. Garden work, reading, relaxing, errands, and, oh yeah, Half Marathon. No biggie. (It really isn’t all that. I’m walking it. I don’t run 2 miles, let alone 13.1. That’s for crazy people.)