Everyone has things that they do to relieve stress, right? Me, I like to shop. But you know, if I shopped as often as I was stressed, I would be broke. Broker than I already am, I mean. Also my already cluttered house would fill up with stuff, I suppose. Like many, many pairs of pointy-toed shoes. So, I often go shopping and come home empty-handed. Just because. But on busy days, I cannot just go out shopping. I can, however, use my beloved internet to do some virtual shopping! Online! In my pajamas! GOD BLESS AMERICA! Today I did a little online browsing at a store which I adore and may...
... dead things. That you can eat. On a dare. While surfing around in boredom this evening, I found that special gift for the person who has everything. Or is very, very hungry. And non-discriminating. Should they require something a little more portable and/or phallic, this is not only perfect, it's deeply discounted. My favorite part? Note: sorry, no returns on food unless truly defective. And you would know that with these items HOW...?
The following is a paid announcement, in the sense that I accepted a $50 Best Buy gift card in exchange for my evaluation of a video clip. I am not the only blogger who was approached with this deal, and--to me--the terms were ones that I could live with. There are others who found the premise untenable, apparently. I'm not actually interested in bickering about THAT. Opinions are like... oh, you know. My understanding is that I'm encouraged to give my honest opinion, and that's what I plan to do. Anyway. I am surrounded by fevered children and popsicle wrappers and I am tired and cranky and...
I am still here! Yes! Cranky and slow-moving, to be sure, but trucking right along. There is a whole story I could tell today about how I very much hate HMOs, dislike the system of medical care in America in general, am really starting to despise my doctor's practice in specific, and how I am confused and annoyed and tired of being jerked around, but... nevermind. God. I'm tired of complaining. (Take a look around. Consider for a moment the level my negativity has to reach before I tire of it. This is really saying something.) So! Instead of telling you about how I had to go have my blood...
I feel the need to share this with all of you, since you were SO CONCERNED about my feet, taste and/or spending habits, earlier. How do these grab you? Does your answer change if I tell you that... ... Zappos has them for $123.95 but I got them for $49.99? ... or that I cashed in my Discover Cashback Bonus so, theoretically, they didn't cost me anything? Face it; I totally win at shopping.
It's that time of year, again! No, not time to whine about raking the leaves. No, not time to start going to the mall. No, not even time to put your flannel sheets on the beds. (Well, if you live somewhere with winter, it IS time to do that. But that's not what I'm talking about.) It's time to put together the shoeboxes for Operation Christmas Child. Yes, it's time to buy all of that small crap from the Dollar Store and Christmas Tree Shops that your kids always want but you know will just end up underfoot and/or discarded; only now, you get to buy it for children who will actually...
There is no higher high than the $89 top found on clearance for $6.99... ... and no lower low than discovering that it does some bizarre, impossible boob dissection.
I have a million things I should be doing today, so naturally I decided it was time to give in to the gazillion comments I've received about the text on the t-shirts being too small. If you go to the Woulda Coulda Shoulda shop you'll see that all of the shirts now come in easy-reader versions. Heh.
I'm not really allowed to go to Target these days. Money's tight, and let's face it, there is no walking into Target for an item or two. I can go in there for socks and come out with lawn furniture. Swinging by to pick up juice boxes on sale? I come home with towels. It's a problem. Those little red clearance stickers woo me with their promises of bargain nirvana. So. I've been staying away. But today, I HAD to go to Target, on account of I'm almost out of my little rectangles of sanity (otherwise known as hormone patches). And there were a few other things I needed to get. So I allowed...
