TarzansKat
Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate.
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Mickey Crocs for DS?
Or
The Coveted Mickey Heads from Home Depot?
:::insert James Bond theme music::::
Alrighty, the search for the Crocs did finally end. But not without some duress.
I participate in a handy little site called mypoints.com. You can earn points by registering and clicking through them to shop on websites you normally would. It's great for me because I get points on things I would normally buy, like diapers. Yes, we are still going through the potty training saga. Let's set that aside though, I'm going to attempt not to ramble in this chapter.
Anyhoo
I was all over mypoints looking for every single Mickey Toddler Croc Seller. My normal haunt, shoebuy.com, didn't have them!
Sold out! Double
Yikes. Well, I finally ended up on shoes.com, still free shipping and returns, and they had the coveted blue that DS so loves. I did end up ordering and paid
full price! I really abhor full price. I love coupon codes, but none of the available ones were applicable to Crocs. Ah well. For my DS, I make the exception. Let's face it. He's adorable, and mostly well-behaved, and my little nut. If it's full price Crocs, it's full price Crocs. I ordered the size I'd thought he'd be, then the next day ordered another size just in case. Remember, free shipping and returns. We have yet to receive, but I am really looking forward to it!
Now, on to the Mickey Heads.
Oh, my friends. To know this story is to be so entertained by funny.
Picture this. A rustic hunting lodge...my latest kill roasting over the fire...my little wife... SORRY! Wrong movie!
Picture this. TK has just gotten a haircut, and has some precious time alone. It's Monday night, around 600pm. It's still light out. She's in the vicinity of a Home Depot. She's feeling sassy, and sporty, and new haircut-y. She drives to said Home Depot, thinking, just be cool. No one will ever know. And she has a perfectly good exscuse.
See, I actually had it all planned out. If anyone came up to me, I was going to very politely say I was making a chart for DS for potty training. Well, not entirely a fib, I have thought about doing that.
Really, it's to feed my DIS addiction. I mean, Tinkerbellarella did it!
It must be okay to score some LGMH!
So I did. And as I'm standing there, "perusing" paint colors, an employee of HD walks up to me. And begins talking to me. Oh boy.
"Do you know about the special promotion that we're offering our customers today?"
Yikes. All I can think of is the home equity blitz we just had at work. "Do you know how low prime rate is right now? Check out our great rates!"
Anyway, back to the HD lady. "I said, no I don't."
"Well, we're offering customers a free in-home consultation for cabinet refacing..."
To which I totally cut her off, very politely, by telling her, "I live in an apartment." After which she thanks me, and wishes me luck with my painting.
Ah, cover blown. How many apartments have I lived in that I could actually paint? Wait, let me get out the fingers and toes...um...none!
You might as well have tatooed, "I am a DISER!" across my forhead.
And all I could think about, as I made off with my bounty, was, this will make such a great chapter.
At which point I almost got hit by this woman backing out of her spot who absolutely did not see me. She was driving a largish SUV and I was probably in her blind spot. So I very calmly stepped out of the way of the moving vehicle, chuckling to myself.
That would have made a horrifying chapter. TK, lying across the pavement, Mickey Heads flying in the air in some graceful Godfatheresque, mobster movie type shot.
Oy. Sometimes I have a little too much imagination, you know?
At any rate, on both counts, successful. Mickey Crocs for DS and Mickey Heads for me. I'm not even quite sure what I'm going to do with them yet, but I do know that I feel as if I'm completed a rite of passage. Look, ma, I'm a real DISer now!

Or
The Coveted Mickey Heads from Home Depot?

:::insert James Bond theme music::::
Alrighty, the search for the Crocs did finally end. But not without some duress.
I participate in a handy little site called mypoints.com. You can earn points by registering and clicking through them to shop on websites you normally would. It's great for me because I get points on things I would normally buy, like diapers. Yes, we are still going through the potty training saga. Let's set that aside though, I'm going to attempt not to ramble in this chapter.
Anyhoo

I was all over mypoints looking for every single Mickey Toddler Croc Seller. My normal haunt, shoebuy.com, didn't have them!




Now, on to the Mickey Heads.
Oh, my friends. To know this story is to be so entertained by funny.
Picture this. A rustic hunting lodge...my latest kill roasting over the fire...my little wife... SORRY! Wrong movie!

Picture this. TK has just gotten a haircut, and has some precious time alone. It's Monday night, around 600pm. It's still light out. She's in the vicinity of a Home Depot. She's feeling sassy, and sporty, and new haircut-y. She drives to said Home Depot, thinking, just be cool. No one will ever know. And she has a perfectly good exscuse.
See, I actually had it all planned out. If anyone came up to me, I was going to very politely say I was making a chart for DS for potty training. Well, not entirely a fib, I have thought about doing that.
Really, it's to feed my DIS addiction. I mean, Tinkerbellarella did it!

So I did. And as I'm standing there, "perusing" paint colors, an employee of HD walks up to me. And begins talking to me. Oh boy.
"Do you know about the special promotion that we're offering our customers today?"
Yikes. All I can think of is the home equity blitz we just had at work. "Do you know how low prime rate is right now? Check out our great rates!"
Anyway, back to the HD lady. "I said, no I don't."
"Well, we're offering customers a free in-home consultation for cabinet refacing..."
To which I totally cut her off, very politely, by telling her, "I live in an apartment." After which she thanks me, and wishes me luck with my painting.
Ah, cover blown. How many apartments have I lived in that I could actually paint? Wait, let me get out the fingers and toes...um...none!
You might as well have tatooed, "I am a DISER!" across my forhead.
And all I could think about, as I made off with my bounty, was, this will make such a great chapter.
At which point I almost got hit by this woman backing out of her spot who absolutely did not see me. She was driving a largish SUV and I was probably in her blind spot. So I very calmly stepped out of the way of the moving vehicle, chuckling to myself.
That would have made a horrifying chapter. TK, lying across the pavement, Mickey Heads flying in the air in some graceful Godfatheresque, mobster movie type shot.
Oy. Sometimes I have a little too much imagination, you know?

At any rate, on both counts, successful. Mickey Crocs for DS and Mickey Heads for me. I'm not even quite sure what I'm going to do with them yet, but I do know that I feel as if I'm completed a rite of passage. Look, ma, I'm a real DISer now!
