So this is what it's like to be an adult: instead of rushing home and feverishly ripping open the birthday present my Grandmother sent me, I wait for a month and then finally have my Dad unwrap it and tell me what it is over the phone.
It's from Coldwater Creek. (Ew!!!) It's dangly earrings with different colored stones in them. (Ew ew ew!!!!!)
I don't like adulthood.