Crying In Public Part 986

White House Black Market - four words I'd never heard of until yesterday, when Sarah bought a WHBM dress for $1.20 at a yard sale.  These dang frocks cost more'n a hundred each.  Expensive material, fully lined and the price was right.  When one is a size four, one can find a bunch of pretty clothes, not that I'd know, I just look at Sarah to know.

People wanna whine, "Eeeeuuuwww, used clothes?"

Honey they're used the minute someone tries them on the fitting room.

Here's what you should always buy used, according to one money blogger.

How does one know I read my son's blog?  Swiping his pictures is one clue.  Happy Father's Day Jesse!  He'd sent me a "Happy Father's Day Mom" line on my Facebook wall that was soooo sweet.

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I wrote the above yesterday but didn't publish it.

Had a tough day today, not involving any of the darlings here at home.

I swear y'all just wouldn't believe half the outrage I'm forced to endure at times, nor the humiliation, yet another sweet deputy handing me Kleenex.

Karma's gonna pound some other folks someday, of this I am sure. Do haters really gotta hate?

It eventually turned out well for me, but not until I'd spent a couple of months crying buckets of tears.

An old Neville Brothers song has a line, "And I know that my faith will see me through," on their song, Sitting Here in Limbo.