While browsing the season's newest offerings at Target this afternoon, I happened upon a beautiful pair of glistening leopard-print pointy-toed flats. I oohed and awed as was appropriate for the situation, and then looked longingly at the magnificent pair while dreaming up all the ways I could fit them into my wardrobe. To my delight, they were on clearance. My heart skipped a beat as I realized that the last pair in the whole store was exactly my size. It was providence. Four dollars later, I was on my way with the steal of the century.
My mom wanted to check out St. Vincent de Paul's, what she explained as the Catholic version of Goodwill. I wasn't expecting to come away with anything as thrilling as my new leopard-print pointy-toed flats, but it was just my lucky day. While rummaging through a rack of retro belts, in search of something rather normal, something red and shiny caught my eye. I'm a sucker for shiny things; sometimes I'm no better than a kid in a candy shop. My eyes popped as I turned that shiny red belt over to read, "Genuine Snakeskin." Really? Only two hundred cents would buy me a red, genuine snakeskin belt? I just couldn't pass it up.
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