Daily Dose

Now is the time at Lady K's in which I give you my Daily Dose!

~ I heart Tar-jay! I stocked up on more Method stuff and bought 3 new shorts!

~ Why does Abercrombie and you know who STINK? I couldn't walk past the damn store without covering my nose. Did they break a buttload of vile cologne all over the stores floor? Does that stench really need to be right next to the Food court, wafting it's putridness over the people trying to eat? And another thing, why did it have to be across from Stankee Candle?!

~ From this day forward I shall call them Abercrombie & Stench and Stankee Candle. Copyright Kaytabug 2008.

~ I feel sorry for the lil peeping Tina that decided to look under the dressing room at NY and Co. while her mom was trying on clothes in the stall next to me. She will need therapy someday.

~ I don't like shopping without out a female opinion companion. FOC.

~ Why is it that when I walked into half the stores at the mall I felt like I didn't belong in them? I felt like everyone was looking at me saying "You're too old to shop here." or "Nothing is going to fit you in here."

~ Then I would see at least one person who looked more out of place than me and I felt better.( Yep, that is nice speak for, I saw someone older or fatter than me. You wanna make somethin' of it?)

~ My day shopping without kids in tow(which is the ONLY way I will clothes shop), was spoiled by the 2nd phone call from the service guy telling me that there was something else he found that needed to be fixed. I wanted to ask if he would accept a first born son as payment.

~ The maintenance on 2 cars, one yesterday and one today, was almost 1,400 dollars. What's that saying? An ounce of preventative maintenance is ... fucking outrageously expensive or maybe it's more like getting it up you know where but by an elephant! It better be worth every damn penny!

~ Imagine being in an isle aisle at Hobby Lobby, the only people in that isle aisle are you and a grey haired elderly man you don't know. All of a sudden you hear Marvin Gay singing "Let's get it on", it's coming from the mans pocket. Could you resist busting a gut laughing?

~ I wonder how many people in the mall laughed when they heard the ring tone for my Hubby. They must of thought I had my own Alvin tucked in my purse singing "Bow Chika Wow wow Chika Wow wow"!

Photos I promised from Monday's post will show up one of these days. I am coming down with a serious head cold. Thanks baby boy.