The other day the wife and I stopped by a thrift store in our new neighborhood. She got a beautiful old cabinet that we devoted our weekend to, stripping the layers and layers of paint off of (we're still not done). And while she found beautiful furniture to enhance our home I walked around looking at the crap.
It's nice when you can get all the clothes that your group needs to be the Village People in one place, isn't it?
You might have noticed this on the first photo, but for some reason they keep writing 'Obama' on all the price sheets. If you have any clue what this is about please share the knowledge.
And then there was this beauty. Boy, oh boy, do I hope they were just abbreviating jewelry box. [Places index finger into collar of shirt, pulls exaggeratedly, flexes neck, makes unsettled noise.]
