In the immortal words of Joan Crawford....

No more wire hangers!!! I've gotten completely obsessed with getting rid of all the wire hangers in the house. I've been running out and buying those nice retail-store-type hangers that have the swivel hook. Trying to replace every wire hanger in the house isn't as easy as it sounds, I've bought 2 carts full, and wiped out the store, but I still have 2 walk in closets left to change out. *sigh* I guess I'll just have to drive further to find new hunting grounds. *goes prowling for more lovely hangers*

To mock is to live....

angstchic and I have a long standing tradition of mercilessly mocking one another for entertainment....well, she would say that it is mostly me mocking her, and that is probably true. I suppose the ratio is probably 8 to 2 if I really think about it. Before you get to feeling sorry for her, I must inform you that she does get in her share of zingers on other hapless victims. One of these unfortunates is a co-worker/friend of hers....who had the bad judgement to wear 80's style, poofy, sky-high bangs to work. At first angstchic got her jollies by dubbing the froofy bangs "The Pompador", then she began walking up to her and poking it to see if it would spring back into place. Which of course, it did, thanks to the magic of hair styling products from hell. Then she decided to scale things up a notch and took to smacking it with a ruler at random. When I was told of all of this, I promptly nicknamed The Pompador...The Sqouse. I thought it was catchy. During all of this torment, the poor co-worker got all traumatized,(small wonder) and ended up having a nightmare involving a haircut with a weedeater, which left only stubble where the mighty Pompador should have been. This amused angstchic and I to no end, I mean, hey...the thrill of invading one's subconcious is a great thing. What is even funnier is this person, who will hence forth be known as "A Glutton For Punishment" (aGfP)....came out to the yard sale. I thoughtfully procurred a fly swatter from the house so that we could threaten The Pompador/Sqouse effectively. Well, when aGfP got there...the Sqouse was no where to be seen. She had taken a flat iron to that puppy and The Pompador was no more. Well, we were teasing her that she just missed out on the weedeater that got sold, cause we could have given her a haircut...yada, yada, yada. Well, aGfP spies my Dirt Devil Dustbuster for sale, and decides that she just has to have it. I plug it in so that she can ascertain it's workability, and she fires it up...rotating brush and suction going to town. aGfP was all impressed, so I asked if she was convinced that it worked, and she says yes. Well, so help me God there is this little wizen old lady pawing through some of the sales items...who we had never laid eyes on before, and out of no where she says all matter-of-factly to aGfP "Well, if you aren't convinced we can always stick it to the back of your head..." The expression on aGfP's face was priceless. Stunned by the ambush attack from a total stranger hating on her hair, she just froze with the Dustbuster in mid air. I swear, angstchic I nearly hurt ourselves we laughed so hard. Yes, it was quite a moment for us all.