i know that’s not a title.  or even a word.  it’s a sound, really, and i hope you read it as such.  but…  a new thrift shop opened this morning!!  (you can make the “ack!” sound for me again if you’d like.  it’s ok.  i’ll wait.)

when does that happen?!?!  

i know.  it’s like halley’s comet.  

so…  despite STILL being sick, i set my alarm for 7:30 this morning, (to give myself a good hour of pre-public-spaces time to hack up my last lung,) and informed the best friend that she would be attending with me.  

did i mention that this might be the most exciting event of my life?  

the best friend and i arrived half an hour before opening time, and managed to be numbers 13 and 14 in the quickly growing line.  (and also about 50 years younger than the spriteliest attendee.)  this calmed my growing fears of having to compete for goodies, since it seemed very unlikely that i would be trampled to death by a group of senior citizens who suddenly decided that they wanted to buy back all of the things they had purged from their attics. 

so, while there was quite a commotion going on over in the tupperware and recliner isles, i was able to leisurely browse through the clothing and cast disapproving glances in the general direction of my misbehaving elders.  it was a lovely morning, really.

after a good two hours at the event, the bestie and i decided to call it a day, and haul the loot back over to my apartment.  what happened there?  why, we played dress-up of course.  (duh.)

and so now, without further ado, i present to you, (make-up less, fever-riddled, and entirely worn out on fun)…

commander mcthrifty

(ok.  it’s me.  but it’s a pretty sweet cape, right?)