Oh. My. God. What have I done?

I needed a gift to take to my little brother’s birthday party. He’s one of those guys who buys himself everything he wants, which makes giving him gifts absolute torture.

So … when I spied this box of cultish kitsch on a table at Hancock Fabrics, only one resounding thought boomed in my brain: “I know he doesn’t have one of these.”

In further defense of my lack of better judgement, it was on sale.