Somewhere out there is my future husband, who speaks french and dresses nice and enjoys lumberjack work as a hobby. And he’s wearing this watch. If he’s not wearing this watch, it’s because he’s destined to meet and fall madly and devotedly in love with me, who will buy this watch for him (probably for some stupid holiday like Christmas, which won’t be stupid anymore). No…scratch that…we’ll be Jewish. And Canadian. Canadian Jews that kayak.
And all those other beautiful items that fill my heart with desire? Maybe it’s just the christmas spirit, or complete lack of it….either way it seems that my evening’s internet perusings are driven by greed and a want for things I can’t afford. I guess that’s what makes me an American.
And did I mention my future husband should probably look like Adrian Brody? Well, he should.
