Growing old is inevitable; growing up is optional.

This post is for my friend Katie; happy 22nd, friend. I wish that I could be there at dollar pints tonight, but I'm snowed in.

And a big middle finger to you too, winter.

I was in an antique store yesterday (yes, I am an old lady; leave me alone). In addition to finding some more jars of interesting buttons, there was a booth with a bunch of old/newly-made-to-look-old tin signs. Most of them were normal, with old advertisements or cute sayings on them, and there were a few that were... questionable.

Like this one:

And this one:

There were others, but I was getting funny looks from the middle aged man in the next row over, so I smothered my giggles and put my phone away.