Yesterday, Shawn and I went to the Salvation Army for 50% off day. (which is the best day ever, by the way) We were pretty disappointed in the selection though. In the past, this particular store has been quite promising when it comes to amazing deals. If you don't believe me, ask the $3000 armoir holding my television...that cost me $108. Yesterday, however, was not as impressive. There were no designer clothes, no high end night stands, no diamonds in coat pockets. Very sad. There were however some interesting shirts. Now, let me just preface by saying, I absolutely loath people who wear those cheesy hats and leather jackets that display which outrageous gas guzzling sports car they drive. The girls that stroll through the airport with their pastel pink Ferrari caps make me want to puke. But, I understand that they feel their car is a status symbol, and they are trying to let everyone, who may not be lucky enough to see them pull into valet, know that they are rich. Tacky, yes, but I suppose it serves their purpose.
I don't, however, understand these declarations...
I don't know if you can tell by the low quality photos here, but these shirts were quite worn. I'm so confused.
While I was photographing ridiculous bedazzling, Shawn was off making a discovery of his own.
He now lives in our home. Shawn couldn't be happier.
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That Botox (tm) tee shirt would make the foundation of a rather awesome Halloween cougar costume.
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