OMG, You hate me, I know.

Honestly, I've had one of those weeks where absolutely nothing blogworthy happens. I will share with you this Savage Chicken cartoon, because I found it delightful because I like Dylan Thomas and the little robot at the top saying "Word."

And I will share with you this small tale of saving money and when you really shouldn't scrimp. So, in an effort to not end up broke a week before payday, I visited the 99 Cent store to see which, if any, of my "Target items"I could get there. It turns out, quite a lot. I picked up some antiperspirant,apple sauce snack packs for lunch, rice, pasta, a knife for work, dishtowels, napkins, and the steal of all time, a shower curtain--for 99 cents! I mean, it goes on the inside anyway, behind the pretty cloth curtain that everyone else sees, so how good does it have to be? Well, my friends, I'm here to tell you that the shower curtain liner is one of those things that you probably should spend the extra $5 on. Why? Because the $5.99 clear shower liners at Target have magnets on the bottom. The cheapo one from the dollar store does not. I don't think I ever fully appreciated the beauty of magnets on the bottom of the shower curtain until I took a shower with my new curtain and ended up with it tangled around my legs and sticking to my wet body, leaving the sides open to get water all over the floor. Yes, magnets are our friends. Now I'm forced to be all ghetto and use kitchen magnets to hold it down.

Oh, speaking of ghetto, my backyard neighbor has put up folding screens around his back porch for privacy. Except they aren't folding screens. They are folding closet doors...which he removed from his closet...leaving the rollers attached to the top making no effort whatsoever to disguise the fact that he's using his closet doors.

This may be TMI, but ever since I washed it, my underwire bra is squeaking like someone sitting on a wicker chair. Has this happened to anyone else? It's kind of loud and embarrassing. It squeaks every time I move. Reach for a pen (squeak); turn to answer the phone (squeak). I told my boss that maybe I could learn to move my boobs just so to create music. Now that would be something to get me on America's Got Talent, right? Or the Gong Show (if it were still on) (I miss the Gong Show) (Oh, and remember the $1.98 Beauty Pageant?)