Return of enginerds and this and that

I was doing a little blog housekeeping and realized that I've left some loose ends.

I finished watching all of the episodes of Extreme Couponing on Netflix.  In a state of fear and confusion, I vowed to stop using any coupons at all, and resumed doing 100% of our grocery shopping at Trader Joe's.  Giant Eagle, which has more personal information on us than the CIA, promptly sent me a TWENTY DOLLAR GIFT CARD in the mail.  Furthering my conviction to stay the hell out of there.  Creepy.

I found a winter coat that fit all the stipulations: Warm, cool, doesn't show dirt.  It's Tommy Hilfiger, which is a brand I haven't worn since 8th grade, but I liked it.  With sales and coupons, it was $93 (down from $275.00).

I'm 5'2 so it's nearly knee-length on me.  The Eskimo hood is baller.  You can see me in it at the singing tree, but here it is on a regular-sized person.

I still haven't bought new glasses. After all the time I spent on Lookmatic, I decided that I better go to an actual eye doctor and make sure my prescription is still accurate before I place a non-refundable order.  I'm guessing it's not accurate, because I have trouble seeing the TV and reading street signs.

Coming soon: Ms. Magpie's Magical Medical Month, a.k.a. actually scheduling all the doctor's appointments I've been putting off for a year.

I've been to two more of these affairs since the original nose rape.  There's been less odor, but even more clutter.  At the second one, there was actually a man with a ponytail wearing a Star Trek t-shirt tucked into parachute pants... and not in an ironic way.

If you're a Simpsons fan, you'll understand this picture.

I've given up trying to pay attention when enginerds explain board game rules, like, "When you have built four scepter gratis towers in the ninth quadrant, you can trade for +2 victory points."

My new tactic is to get drunk enough that I won't be invited back.


Any questions?

xoxo,
Ms. Magpie