Now, as y’all know, I really, really hate to shop. But that’s for things I NEED. What I do truly madly deeply love is a leisurely trip through what I adoringly call “The Useless Crap Store.”
Everyone has one — in my area, I have a “Big Lots” (they liquidate other stores’ overstocks of products) and something called a “Discount Outlet” which somehow just popped up one day in what used to the the Goody’s Department Store before Goody’s went bankrupt. I actually had a legitimate excuse to go wandering yesterday — I was making a LONG-overdue foray to buy new makeup and I am notoriously too cheap to buy the high-dollar stuff.
I ended up getting the makeup, some boxes to organize under my bathroom sink, some outdoor Christmas lights, some bowls, a banana keeper, and 8-dollar Buddha, and THE BEST FOOD EVAH. Armenian Cracker Bread. It’s so good (and so fat free and therefore allowable) that I’m going back to stock up before it’s all gone. ‘Cause that’s the part that sucks about the Crap Store — she’s a bit of a tease as far as dependability of merchandise goes.
Also, y’all need to convince me not to buy a tabletop jewelry box that was really cool but still $39.95. I just can’t bring myself to buy a thing for $39.95 at the Useless Crap Store.
Unless it’s a firepit. Yes, they have one. It’s $100 and not allowed under my lease, but I WANTS IT.