:: Tuesday, September 03, 2002 ::

"No ovaries, no opinion!"

So I've been all cheery and domestic tonight. I feel like I should be wearing a red-checkered dress, hair up in rag-curlers. Hanging curtains, installing light fixtures, trying to sweep like Cinderella (humming as I caress the floor with my broom and the dirt flies away in a chorus line)... I love to clean. My roommates love that I love to clean. I love that they love it. It's a good situation all around.
Oh, and those of you staying away due to our 90 degree inferno -- we have a brand new, fully functional A/C. Our characters will no longer be built through this particular tribulation, but at least we won't have to swelter any longer.
Roomie and I took a therapeutic trip to Goodwill earlier; for under $10, we got:
* Hawaiian shirt from the maternity section
* Blue and orange "Sugar" shirt with useless pocket on sleeve
* Matching "White Oak Roughnecks" tees (may I mention how much I enjoy being able to shop in the little boy's section?)
* "Southfork Ranch" t-shirt with 2 happy cows and 1 happy horse on the front. On the back are the words "hcnaR krofhtuoS" and the rear ends of said happy cows and happy horse.
* "East Texas Mule Riders Association" t-shirt
* Shirt with train motif - Front: "Conjunction Junction" Back: "What's your function?" (Being nerds, there was no resisting)
* "Air Jesus: The Ultimate High!" featuring Jesus slam-dunking the earth, robes streaming behind in mad oblivion
* Yellow t-shirt with words across the front: "This t-shirt is done in Braille - Please read gently" Note: It is generally against the natures of both Sarah and I to buy something like this, but could we possibly be expected to just leave it at Goodwill? Yeah, I didn't think so.
* 6 stoneware coffee mugs (so much cuter than it sounds)
* Large turquoise goblet with no purpose beyond entertainment
Next trip, we will actually splurge on the Most Hideous Dresses Conceived by Mortal Man, instead of just giggling over them. If everyone knew about Goodwill, I'm convinced that the counseling industry would fall dramatically. Nothing in the world is quite as exhilarating as spending pocket change on a treasure trove of other people's rejects.

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:: Bethany Bassett - 11:02 PM :: + ::