If my weekend was more exciting I would probably explode.
Did you detect the sarcasm?
Saturday Shaun and I went on our thrift store hunt. He manages to find really cool clothes and I end up looking at coffee cups and purses from the 70’s. I’m the worst thrift shopper in history.
It seems like every time I go in those stores the smell makes me have to poop. I walk around with stomach cramps and then go franticly searching for Shaun. “I’m done. Let’s go.”
This time it wasn’t so bad. I was on a search for something particular. Shea has decided she wants a fake fur jacket. I searched every shop and didn’t find any her size that was under 30 bucks. In the process I found an old coffee cup that looked like the one my grandmother had. After I found that, I decided that I am going to find ALL those coffee cups and spend all my .50 on them.
Six thrift stores later, I had two cups.
I’m tellin’ ya…thee worst thrift shopper. EVER.