|Some of my kittens look similar and some look completely different because with kittens, you never know.|
I wasn't going to go thrifting this afternoon, but... the southbound bus I usually take homeward arrived three minutes early, while I was still on the far side of a major street with heavy traffic. That particular bus driver visibly takes delight in abandoning passengers -- I miss his predecessor and will be so glad when the next driver rotation comes up in a few months -- so of course, he didn't wait for me, even though he was early.
So I figured I'd take the northbound bus, switch to an 80-Shea/Northern, and go see about the Goodwill that replaced the Savers up somewhere around the intersection of Shea and 32nd Street.
"Somewhere" turns out to be 32nd Street and Cactus, which Google Maps swears is only an extra mile's walk, but I'm not so sure about that. I arrived at Goodwill as the last streaks of sunset disappeared behind a mountain, hoping that this trip would justify itself.
I spent a whopping $6, so pricing was on a par with Dollar Tree and lower than, say, Dollar General. I'm not sure who's sticking around, who's going into the body farm, and who's for resale yet.
|Right now, I feel like something the cat dragged in.|
This gal has fewer points of articulation but fascinates me.
|Lickable hair, certified by the finest cats.|
|Bonjour! Mes cheveux sont un casque.|
|Fashionistas by the dozen, Fashionistas by the bunch!|
|Tending the kittens has made us very tired!|