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Showin’ up to my New Year’s Eve house party with my date like…

TFW you realize you have absolutely no one to impress until approx. 11:57 on Saturday night.

There are a few things that are quite interesting about this work.

First things first, the dimensions are something crazy like, 11 by 13 inches.

But perhaps more important is how absolutely terrified this dog’s owner is of her craftsmanship. And let’s be honest, I’ve seen this look before any time I try and take up knitting anything but simple rectangles.

Yikes. I hope your Christmas wasn’t nearly as creepy as this lurking Santa.

And the elves!

The two in the bottom corner ESPECIALLY.

Waiting for the weekend like…

When I make date plans, with every intention of ghosting.

Family discussions ’round the cheese board:

Me:  “It’s one, 6 ounce serving.”

Mom:  “It’s six, 1 ounce servings.”

Me:  “Oh…”

I’m no Miss Cleo, but this is probz how the rest of the holiday season will go.

This reminds me of when Samantha orders hot water with lemon before she does that photo shoot. And then orders delivery once her photo’s framed.

I’m gonna skip the diet + go straight to the take out, if you don’t mind.

Mood.

Just kidding. I’m on vacation.

Though, let’s be real, these are still ideal vacation vibes.

Bernard Buffet’s signature is like, all of my handwriting goals here.