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Other news;
The dingoes did not eat my kittays.
They're all alive....... unfortunately for the beheaded baby bunny i found in my yard.
The Kittay's got the bunNAY!
DBD is still in AZ. Called and said..... well. I have to go.. I'm goinna go grab a beer... it was long day.
I reached through the phone and handed him the 3 kids. then left looking for vodka.
TINKERS AND HOARDERS and other shit. ...
As I sat in Target feeding my girls soggy hotdogs and slurpees like any good mom would... I watched ( with one eye only, the other eye on my hellions ) the dollar section of Target.
They put it right up front- when you enter the building. Just like they put candy in the aisles for mom's of children who JUST WONT' STOP YELLING HER NAME.
They are smart.
The dollar section. So small, yet so powerful.
It is like a Siren's call to every person that passes. Lead laden doo dads and himmy flits- all stuffed into baskets and begging for your ONE DOLLAH. All the way from China. Things that have no real purpose in our world- except to clutter an already clutter filled house.
I watched countless people walk into Target and then directly into the dollar section. Those are the Eye of the Tiger Dollar Shoppers. They're seasoned. They're also on that hoarders show I'm sure.
I watched countless people walk into Target,, try to FLIT past like a little fairy, then slowly veer their flight path into the dollar section- as if mesmerized by cheap tin and american flag pinwheels shimmering in those baskets. Should I?? Could I???
WHAM! Dollar section hits them on the head:
ARE THOSE TINKERBELL SOCKS????
Dollar section 2, shoppers 0.
I watched countless people walk in as couples, only to be PULLED in at the request of spouse. ARE THESE DOG TOYS NOT THE MOST FUN? OMG.. do you think this has lead in it???
These are the indenial-ers. '
NO. No lead. No siree bob. Our dogs?? Will they love that oddly shaped rawhide bone or little ball with a bell in it or the BEST... this teeny tiny FEEDING DISH.
Sure honey. IF your dog is the size of tom fucking thumb and wants to choke on the bell that's sure to dislodge from this death toy! But they say not a word an patiently wait as significant other " shops" and stocks up on 56 of them.
I watched countless shoppers walk completely past and then turn abruptly. Walking back, head hung in shame. Gripping their D.S.S.A sobriety coin in their hands... to no avail.
My name is Supah and I am a dollar section addict.
Although I am the type that puts the shit back elsewhere in the store when I have come to my senses. Yes. That was me who put the pinwheel in the rainboot you just tried on.
MY bad!
I myself am a sucker. I'm a goner. I try to waltz by with my 456 lb cart lugging 1 , what is she? A toddler?? Dear God I have a toddler now. a preschooler and a defiant first grader. I'm a mac truck on a collision course for the dollar section. There is no waltzing by. Who am I kidding. I am eyeing that crap up the second I go through the pearly gates.
I try to pass it up.
But My cart - feels me. It kNOWS what I really want to do .
And it turns abruptly - into the dollar section. Because Lord knows there COULD BE something in that section that would look JUST PERFECT lying in the middle of my living room floor, broken in two after 1 use.
No honey, don't move it. That miniature baby chick basket is PERFECT there next to the ottoman. * sigh of content*
Or some item that would have an intended purpose....... a dream of use. Only to be left in a Target bag in the abyss that is my work office. Dreams all shattered an shit. Suffocating on the red of the target logo.
Why do we do this to ourselves. Why can we not pass up, even a mere glance at the dollar section? What is it within our American souls that leads us to CRAVE lead laden buncho crap?
Why do we browse this section as if it's a JImmy Choo shoe sale or a Coach bag and grab crazy sale. ( lemme know if you come across one of those .. ahem) eyeing up other " hoarders, tinkers and INdenial-ers" as they shop.
IF they lay oNE HAND ON THAT LAST set of gardening gloves with attached miniature silver lead shovel- I will have a kaniption. How will I ever grow my topsy turvy tomatoes without those gloves.
You are a lying fool if you say you don't even GLANCE at the section. You are a GLANCER in the least if not a Hoarder A Tinker and addict or an indenial-er.
Now. What to do with this new oddly sized , badly made beach bag. It's FER SURE going to hold a whole 3 sand shovels. I beat some hoarder down for it.