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.
For the book lovers in my family, I turn away from the obvious choice of "books" and give literary themed gifts that they're sure to love, and definitely don't own yet!
