hot pilgrim’s chick
Friday I had lunch with an old friend and colleague at a restaurant in Lake Boone Shopping Center in Raleigh. Lake Boone is one of those strip malls that isn’t sure if it’s on the way up or on the way down. An argument for the latter would be the presence of the Upscale $1 Store “it’s actual name, right there on the damn sign and everything”. I headed in there the moment lunch was over. Since I didn’t have my camera “and since I’m not sure the clerks would have appreciated me flashing and snickering at their merchandise”, I had to buy all this crap. At least my Christmas shopping is done.
First, some green tea for Mom, because I know how refreshing she finds it after a long bike ride. Then I thought Dad might like a <a href=”nightlight, but now I’m not so sure. My parents are pretty healthy but they are getting older, so maybe waking up in the middle of the night and seeing a glowing Jesus in the room might not be too comforting after all.
I picked up <a href=”something for Britney Spears “if only it were that easy”, and should I find a job in the next few weeks, I have a <a href=”gift for my new boss. “Take a close look at that label. It doesn’t even look like the models were actually wearing the bandanas, and I can’t say that I blame them.”
If only I knew two Rachels who would appreciate <a href=”these, but I’m sure I know several people who could benefit from this Canadian <a href=”dandruff shampoo, complete with disclaimer “”marginally more effective than hot water alone”. I’ll let Rebecky, Myküll and Pinky fight over the <a href=”lunchbox from Mars.
<a href=”This I will certainly have to reserve for a special someone.
Finally, I’ve always wondered where you buy <a href=”these, and now I know. Hmm. Who do I know who would <a href=”wear it?