God, I love a sale almost as much as I love glarkware.com [anyone who makes an infant's tee-shirt reading "Dingo snack" is alright by me, and even makes me wish I had kids]. I *don't* love when the sale happens *after* blowing a sizable wad [ew, there must be a better way to say that] of cash on the same merchandise only the week before. Still, a $6 tee more than makes up for the ones I spent $20 on. I shall be the stylingest fatty around. The only one I won't be able to sport at work [or in front of my gran] is the bad girl from the Double F Ranch, flipping the bird with both hands. We've all had days like that, but still there's no point in being written out of the will on *both* sides of the family. Again.
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