Your old is my new

Thrifting.

Today, Sarah forced me to go shopping with her. It's not that I didn't want to go shopping, I was just not expecting it & I am also still sick. I had asked her to drive me to my uncle's shop in order to get my windshield wipers fixed (FINALLY!) and after we did that we ended up talking in her car for awhile. She is really nice to talk to, and sometimes we get so off topic & end up talking for hours. She is also one of the most honest people I know, and I really admire that.

Anyway, so even though I am wearing sweats and my hair is a mess, she kidnaps me & forces me to go shopping with her. She doesn't even let me grab my glasses or throw some quick make-up on. We went to the Salvation Army, and I found a bunch of different dresses, and a few tops. My favorite buy of the day would have to be my kitty sweatshirt. I can already hear the whispers in the hallways when I wear that one. One woman even commented about all the fun patterns I had in my hand. Is it bad that I totally dork out at any opportunity to use my sewing machine? I am a sewing machine.

At Goodwill, I found a cute bag & I also found Sarah a silk robe, but my favorite thing was my framed picture I bought for 63 cents. Some child painted it, and I don't know who but it is so adorable. I can't believe somebody just didn't want their kids painting anymore & thus donated it to Goodwill. I had to buy it for the mere fact that every child's artwork deserves to be in the spotlight or at least on the refrigerator, and now this kid, whoever they may be, will have their artwork for display on my walls :)

meow, quack, rawr

While we were shopping I got some texts from Sophia that somewhat pissed me off. It's not fair how some people can't grow up & just learn to stop being, plain & simple, douchebags. That girl deserves to smile.

Last, but not least, I come home today to find a man standing in our drive-way. I gave him a funny look but mostly just ignored him. I thought maybe he worked for the city. "Hi!" he says, "Hello?" I respond. He then informs me that he is my cousin. "Who mine?" What a response, haha. I guess he is some distant, through marriage cousin and he will be staying on our couch for the next few nights. Needless to say, I won't be leaving my room for awhile. I think I might turn into a mini hoarder until he leaves. He is nice & all, I just have nothing to talk about with him.

Winter storm, coming right up!
Shoot me now.