Look at Those Gams!

I know I am being a dirty little hippie, and all anti-capitalist and not buying anything, but I needed nail polish remover. My toes were looking pretty u-g-l-y you ain't got not alibi ugly. So I compromised my values and went to the dollar store.

AND OH IT WAS GLORIOUS.

There are three aisles for wedding stuff. You can get 8 COUNT EM 8 favor boxes for a dollar. HELLO that is better than in the Uline catalog (though, Uline remains my favorite catalog of all time. It is one of the few that I get all heart-palpitation-y when it arrives.)

Apparently I am not into vanilla body gel as much as I should be, or as much as everyone else in that store was. I do not care if there is now 80% more glitter, 1% is too much.

Anyway I digress. I was wandering, looking for a nail polish removed that did not have glitter in it, when I came upon the lingerie and fishnet stocking aisle. My initial reaction was "Ewwwwww" because well, it's a DOLLAR STORE. But then, things got really creepy. I stumbled upon 0-3 Months fishnet stockings. It wasn't like it was in a holloween package with like a baby witch on it. It was completely serious. Like, hey, you got a baby? Stick it in these hooker stockings. Shhh I won't tell anyone. It'll be our little secret, just you and me, the pedophile Dollar Store.

Update on the Hair: Looking good. It is wiping the hair dye out of my hair though. I have aged 10 years in half a month.

Update on the Updating: I am not longer going to be updating over the weekend. I am going to try to do this thing called relaxing. I hear about it all the time from other people, other people who do not grind their teeth while they sleep and have dreams of never ending sweater folding or that suddenly all your files have been mixed up and you have two hours until the auditor gets there. So yeah, more chillaxin, less blogging on the weekends.