Monday, October 3, 2016

A bra-mance and a Pirate's Booty

Here's the week in a few words: It rained, I worked, I put on a bra, I did laundry, some house cleaning, ate, slept, and pooped. It's the kind of excitement that you normally have to order out of a catalog.

The bra thing was modeling a bedazzled bra that was auctioned off to raise money for the Susan G Komen breast cancer foundation. A trip up to La Encantada mall, squeezing into the silly thing, and hamming it up for 30 seconds on stage. It was part of supporting their "Real Men Wear Pink" campaign. Can't think of a better way to spend a couple hours on a Saturday.

Today Anthony came with me for a shopping trip to Target, dinner at Taco Bell, and grocery shopping.

Greg Curtis from 94.9 MIXfm, James T. Harris from 104.1 KQTH,
and I wearing bedazzled bras that were auctioned off to benefit
breast cancer research.
It's a bra-mance.

I tried on a Darth Vader mask at Target.
No wonder he was on the dark side of the force.
Can't see much out of the thing... so everything seems dark!

Pencils on the floor at Target.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Here For The Boos" t-shirt.
Aren't we all?

A Sriracha onesie.
Shockingly, on clearance.

"Witch better have my candy" socks

If I have to dress Lucky up for Halloween,
I'm buying him a spaghetti costume.
I wish they made this in Ken size.

Fancy eatin' time at Taco Bell: Smothered burrito

Anthony's $5 box deal at Taco Bell.
He threw the box away before we could find out if
he won a PlayStation VR.
Dammit.

Halloween / fall mini pumpkins, gourds, and corn
at Walmart Neighborhood Market.
Does anyone actually buy this stuff?

Abandoned cart in the beverage aisle.
They forgot their giant bag of rice, soy sauce, and soda.
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Bikes on top of the soda aisle as holiday gift suggestions.
Everyone should have pretty purple tassels on their handlebars.

Pirate's Booty Mac and Cheese.
Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh it's cheesy matey.
It'll shiver your timbers all the way down your throat.

One checkout lane open at 6:00 p.m. on a Sunday
forced me to look at this woman's ass a little
too long for my comfort.
My eyes. My eyes.

Sewing kit abandoned with the candy bars at the check out.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Chobani abandoned with the M&M's.
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

"Brad: Angie's Lying!"
"Her plot to destroy Brad"
"Brad's twisted double life"
"30 days to forever slim"
Hey, who put that weight loss trash in with the
magazines reporting real news!