The Joy and the Agony of Shopping
I've developed a new neurosis. Acquisition Disorder. I've become a shopaholic--but only at places like the Dollar Store. Do you know how much junk you can buy for $50?
I don't even need the stuff, but as with most shopaholics, the stress ratchets up and I go shopping. At least I'm shopping places I can afford. Maybe that's progress.
Say, can anybody use 30 cases of peanut butter flavored doggy treats? How about a couple dozen handometers? I'll let you have them cheap.