If you know me very well, you should know that I absolutely love llamas. I don’t really understand my fascination with them, because they are mean! They hate humans, and they even spit, a lot. I like alpacas, too. I don’t really love one of them better than the other. A few months ago, there was a llama festival like 30 minutes from my house. Unfortunately, I didn't go, but I was legitimately bummed. If you don’t believe my llama obsession, take a looksy at our Christmas Card photo from last year…
pretty freakin awesome, huh?
A few days ago, my friend Cayli posted a picture on Instagram of this shirt she wanted to buy. I was freaking out because it had to do with llamas. I wanted it. So bad. I commented on it, slightly hinting that I want to buy it just in case she would be bothered, and she said, “We could be twins!” So I purchased it. That night. When I got it in the mail, I cleaned my house in it and practiced showing my llama to people in the mirror. I am ridiculous and so weird. When Trev got home, I showed him and he urged me to wear the shirt to work the next day. After working for a few hours, it appeared that I was “flashing” some co workers because from behind, it looks that way. I have definitely had my fair share of laughs today. Don’t you just love this shirt? I think it’s wonderful. In every way possible.
So all day yesterday, I was texting my husband attempting to persuade him into purchasing a llama. I literally found a cute one online for $40! He told me to talk to the landlord and we'd see. I am legit thinking about purchasing a llama. What in the freak is wrong with me?