I'm about to reveal myself as The Most Uncool Woman on the Planet. Capitalized.
Phew. Like ripping off a band-aid.
And I very nearly bought the crystal set to stick on pretty sparkly things in not-so-cool designs. Since I couldn't convince MIL to let me embellish her sleek, demure new bleumarin (that's navy, to you non-Romanian speakers, but it sounds so much better in Romanian) phone, I still might get me back to the Verizon store and buy the pretty, sparkly, sticky things.
My whole point: Why not? It's ridiculous, outrageous, totally tacky, and That Makes It Better.
I'm wholeheartedly in favor of Tackiness (also capitalized), especially when it's in leetle, teeny doses.
We won't even talk about how I spent all of what should have been an elegant dinner, the car ride home, and those supposedly quiet, intimate moments before going to sleep trying to customize my ringtones to hear H's voice when he calls.