The Best Things in Life Come from the Thrift Store
Welcome to "The Gods Are Bored!" Now I know, I know ... you're going to argue with me. The best things in life are free, right? Let's examine this proposition.
The best things in life for me are my husband and my kids. Well, the husband sure does pull his share of the weight and more, but the kids. Whoa. Anything but free! Take a gander at Heir's college tuition. Or Spare's fancy fairy wear. I have worked my fingers to the bone and shelled out ducats liberally for my beloved children.
Big Red, on the other hand, set me back three bucks. I bought him at the thrift store. I had to convince another customer (who didn't speak English) to sell him back to me. Since then, Big Red has been a mainstay of the Spoutwood Fairy Festival, beloved by young and old.
Let's review. My dragon, Big Red (pictured, having pretended to be a kite and gotten stuck in a tree), cost three dollars, no tax because I bought him point of sale from another thrift store customer. Now, just look at that grin on my face. I'm not mugging for the camera, readers. This was a candid shot. I didn't even know it was being taken!
The moral of this sermon: Are you still going to that crappy shopping mall? Get thee to the thrift store! The best things in life are lightly used.