I Love Unicorns And You Can't Stop Me!

So, I'm going to just put this out there: I love unicorns. If I had a tatoo....it would probably be something like this:

Complete with glitter.

I own and love a unicorn Pillow Pet®.

I call him Mr. Candyfloss.

I want to own these more than you know:

To wear together, of course.

Do my friends make lewd comments about horn envy? Yes.

Do people think it's crazy for a grown ass woman to like unicorns? Yes.

Do most people assume it's an ironic affectation? Yes.

But people, today I declare: I LOVE UNICORNS!

Unicorns bring back girly youth and all the sparkle and purple and Disney magic of it all. People, hold on to princesses and dinosaurs and wizards and unicorns. Why not? Who cares! Let them pry it from your glitter-covered fist!

Batman is riding a unicorn. I win.

UPDATE:

My cousin at sent me this, and it's too good not to include:

The Unicorn Shoes

I'm going to coin a term right here to explain a glorious moment in my shopping career. That term is "Unicorn Shoes." Now when I say that, I'm not implying that they have a picture of a unicorn on them, nor are they made from real unicorns. I'm referring to a unicorn in the "Gone in 60 Seconds" sense.

To jog your memory:

Fred- What's a unicorn?
Donny - Fabled creature, you know the horse with the horn, impossible to capture. It's the one car no matter how many times you try to boost something always happens.

Let me begin at the beginning. It's 3 years ago. My friend Katie and I are at a shopping event. We happen across a table that has a pair of the greatest shoes I've ever seen sitting on it. They look like the shoes that Wonder Woman would wear on a date. They're fantastic. I have never wanted a pair of shoes like this so much in my life. Of course, I have ginormous monster feet, and there's no way they have them in my size. I ask the woman if they have them in an 11. She gives me a skeptical look, but then is shocked to find a pair in my size. I try them on. Magic. I must own them. How much are they? $250. *Record scratch*

Even then I waffled. I abhor paying that much for anything, but damn I wanted those shoes. I walked away. Surely I could find them cheaper online.

You know how this goes. Much like the infamous "Swift Heart Rabbit" incident of my youth, as soon as I went to search for them, they completely disappeared off the face of the earth. The Oh Deer Ginger Pumps are not to be had for any price in any size.

On top of that, the company's website disappeared, as apparently my desire for this shoe had driven it out of business. Folks, we have a Unicorn.

I don't exaggerate when I say that I have been periodically searching for these shoes ever since.

Well, guess what. This week, a miracle occurred. I don't know what possessed me to go to Ebay this week, but I did and I happened to run a search for the shoes.

There they were. Oh Deer Ginger Pumps Size 11. Worn once and she decided they made her too tall. Kids, I bought them for $28.75. Miracles happen.

And since I know you're dying to know what they look like, enjoy. I'll post a pic of me wearing them when they arrive. I may be too excited to sleep until they get here.