My mom just asked what I want for my birthday (this Saturday, mark your calendars, I expect a rumpus! jkjklolbrbgtgINANE) and I said "I saw a really cool ladle at Williams Sonoma". To her credit she said, "I'm going to let you rethink what you just said."
WHO AM I? I should want awesome things not a ladle? My soul was snatched, I think!