Lately I have been hanging around the endcaps at target, waiting for down comforters and euro shams to be marked down to .001, but while waiting for that to happen, I found some other good deals in that eurotrash, starbucks butt kissin' cesspool that takes all my cash money.
Down comforter- a target home full/queen comforter for 14 bucks marked down from 99.99. I was tickled pink. My bed is already a black hole for productivity, so what is one more layer of feathers and fluff? I haven't showered in 3 days thanks to the feathers. I am sure my friends and family are thankful. Heh heh heh.
Gain detergent- I bought them bitches out! They were the 48 load jugs-o-awesome complete with some febreze freshness for 7.88. I had a coupon, too, so they were dirt cheap. I have a thing for laundry detergent, so it was on, baby.
Earrings- I like earbobs. My ears don't have stretch marks, pock marks or crows feet. I like to decorate them, and when I find earrings for 3.15 each, decorate I will!
These were originally 29.99. Like hell would I pay that much for these gumdrops on wire, but 3 bucks? sure. Not to buy would be tantamount to blasphemy.
Got these chalcedony dwanglies, too, and they looked right purty with my .15 cent calvin dress at church today, if I don't say so myself (which I do totally say so myself)
In non-target news, I have been suffering major withdrawals from Rugged Warehouse and Ross stores. The closest I can get is TJ Maxx (also known as My Baby Daddy), but sometimes I get sick of all the ed hardy tee shirts and stupid hats. So, when I find myself in a position where I cannot eat my feelings away (case in point this evening--no ice cream, so blogging is my poor and inadequate substitute) I travel off to the mall in Syracuse and try to walk into stores that I know my credit is not high enough to even enter, and after I have been asked to leave those establishments, I head to H&M.
Ah, H&M. I luuurrrve you. For a hundred smackaroonies I bought Master P some butt-beautiful britches (he was a wrestler and his booty is sir-mix-a-lot video worthy), I got a fab butterfly sleeved blouse, tank top to go under blouse, black kimono style dress, gorgeous high waisted silk panty with garters and a black chemise that looked even better than this one I was jonesing over at anthro.com. Forget you, anthropologie, and our unhealthy relationship...you just ain't no good for my bank acct, baby, and you make me do degrading things like selling sweat socks on those adult auction sites. I am always pretty pleased with the quality at H&M and if, heaven forbid---there is no way--NOO WAAY- but I am just saying, I ever found myself back in the family way, they sell cute maternity clothes that do not appear to be completely flame retardant and the equivalent of fashion suicide. Nice to know. For everyone else. not me. Nooooo way.
