Pretty glass ...

So today I wanted to force spring-like weather and celebrate finals week. I wore my jeans and flip flops with my really cute glass cherry earrings. They were a New Year's gift from Tanfer, and I love them. They really are just too cute (see pic). Though Tanfer might not like me after reading this post. Tee hee hee.

On the way home, while talking to Kim about stress and total nonsense, my right earring got caught on the collar of my sweater coat. Hey, like I said I wanted to force spring weather... Well, when I turned my head with the earring attached to the sweater nothing tore or got painful, but it did pop as it bounced on my ear.

Yup, I popped my cherry today.

Whatcha ya wanna bet Tanfer chuckled and shook her head at me? Ha ha!

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Anonymous said…
That really did happen...
-kim
May 7, 2009 at 5:48 PM
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