Sunday mornings.

Goodwill rocks. Many of my toys and most of my clothes growing up were from Goodwill. I never knew any different. When I reached highschool (and learned different), it was more of a challenge. Cool kids wore expensive clothes. Brand name clothes. Well, so did I. Only I got them at Goodwill. I looked at it as an adventure. To shop effectively at Goodwill, you need to dedicate the time. The patience. And you need to do a lot of breathing through your mouth. What is it about the musty smell? Ugh. Anyway, Goodwill holds a fond place in my heart. And the money spent there goes to a lot of good will. Hence the name? Nah, can't be that easy. ;) Anyway, the mental picture of Simon finding his treasured VW van and baby doll at Goodwill totally made this surly girl smile tonight. :) Thanks, A.
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Ok, I obviously know nothing about posting on blogs. I thought I was posting this comment to the "live juicy" entry, Ali. My apologies. I will copy and paste to the correct area. ;alsdkjf;lskadjf
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