Yesterday afternoon, I engaged in one of my very favorite activities: Target clearance shopping. I love the endcaps at Target. You find such interesting things there. Like store brand tampons, reduced for quick sale. Why? Do they go bad?
I did find any number of bargains to bring home though. There was the nail polish, marked down to $.75 and the Physicians Formula Mineral blush for $1.48. All destined for DQ's Christmas stocking, along with a Glinda the Good Witch notepad for $.69. Best of all was the ballet dress marked down to $10. Just Missy's size, it needed to come home with me. And despite my best intentions, she is currently dancing about the living room, pirouetting and jetteing to music in her head. I need to dig out my copy of the Nutcracker, so she has something to dance to.
Too bad they didn't have one in my size...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
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Welcome to My World
It's a crazy one. Here's the guide.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
Mr. Clairol: My darling husband and love of my life. He's a mechanic, dyes his hair platinum blond and drives to work on a Vespa. I swear he isn't gay.
Drama Queen: My fourteen year old daughter who is frighteningly brilliant and gorgeous to boot. Of course, I am her mother.
Missy Hoohaw: The four year old daughter. She loves animals and roughhousing and earned her name by being a 28 year old Marine in a preschooler's body. No, she doesn't swear and drink. But she can run twenty miles in the rain and give a mighty Hoo-rah.
Big Red: Our toddler son, who is redheaded and proud of it. He's got a healthy temper and the sweetest smile this side of the Mississippi, so it evens out. I was worried about defending him from his sisters at first. Now, I worry about the girls.
The Beast: Our dog, who is a mutt, heavy on the Great Dane. He's named after a heavy metal guitarist in my husband's all time favorite band. This says it all, believe me.
This is my life. Try not to be too jealous.
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4 comments:
They sell old store brand on Clearance typically because they have changed packaging and want to rotate the shelves.
I have to go all the way out to Queens to hit the Tarjay... sigh. But it IS close to the Arby's ... I think I need to make a pilgrimage.
XOXOXOXOXO
holy ... i gotta hit my local target. if only we can all get dressed up in tutus and dance around free. ;)
Stupid Target, they just don't get it... matching mommy/daughter ballet dresses!
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