The best part of my day...finding out that Vera Bradley ships to APOs.
And the worst....realizing that after over two years of working for the same person, he still calls me Irwin. Every.Single.Time. And it isn't a nickname. He's just an old man who can't pronounce Erin. (I guess if that's the worst thing about my day, I have it pretty good)
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Erin,
These Vera Bradley bags are all the rage here in Georgia. I had not seen them until we came here. Is it regional?
Nicole,
A friend of mine actually had to tell me the name of them...She's from Kentucky and says they're a huge deal there...But I had only ever seen my step-mom wear them (and loved them). But yes, it does sound like a southern thing.
Dear Irwin- I guess you could be called worse things. I thinks it's cute. By the way..did you ever give that smoked salmon to your dog loving friend??
Mom,
Yeah, I gave the salmon to him...but he hasn't said anything about it (and I haven't asked). He brought dried chicken necks in for the dogs the other day. Man, they sell some nasty shit here...But you should see the dogs INHALE them!
Yeah, they were huge when we were at Knox. But that was three years ago; I had no idea they were still big. It'll be weird to go to the US soon and see what's "in", especially since I haven't updated my wardrobe since I got married...
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