The Ultimate Gift: Dual Marshalls Shopping Sprees

She’s the Ann Perkins to my Leslie. My little illuminated squeak toy, my asparagus-flavored water peddler, my super buddy who also suffers the daily setbacks (and let’s be real, advantages) of Chronic Bitch Face. I chose to give this Marshalls shopping spree to my amazing friend who, in the extremely-crappy-est parts of my life recently has been a little beacon of light, full of validating bitterness and overwhelmingly charming curmudgeonry.

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