Christmas Follow Up and the big W

I forgot something when I did my Christmas post it's been nagging at me ever since. In case you didn't know my dad loves treasure hunting and his metal detector is his most prized possession. He finds all kinds of great stuff and he has them all organized into different categories. Well Stephanie and I were in his room over Christmas and were looking around at his stuff when we came upon this.....
What the? Dad just went from cute, lovable grandpa to creepy old man! I understand that you find them, but is it really necessary to keep them? What exactly are they going to be used for? Voodoo seances? Gifts for the grand kids? Doll cemetery in the back yard? To start your own china doll army? Whatever it is, leave me out of it creepy dad!

Also in regards to the last post, I concede that Stephanie did not call me a whore but did say that I looked like a cage dancer, which I took as calling me a whore. She also called me a diva, but that is beside the point. Anyway, as promised here are the boots in question.....
Does that look like the face of someone that belongs in a cage dancing? Pure innocence!

On another note, no matter how much I hate the big W as a corporation and their monopoly on the market, I just can't stop shopping there. They are cheap, plain and simple, and if that's all you can afford then so be it. I will put on my blindfold and step off my soap box.

That being said here is a little story. As you know from a previous blog, I use those cute bags when I do my shopping to try and do my part by not using the plastic bags. EVERY single time I go to the big W, without fail they will try and put something in one of those plastic bags. I will have 5 reusable bags and they will want to put my soap in a plastic bag, or my economy size jar of pickles in a plastic bag. It drives me crazy! Not only do they try EVERY single time, but they also have to argue with me EVERY single time when I request that they not use a plastic bag. "You don't want your soap touching your food", or "the pickles are heavy". Well no duh, but no need to worry as I am pretty sure the CANVAS bag won't break! I am not exaggerating here, it is EVERY time I go. Why do they think I bring my own bags? If I wanted plastic I would leave my bags at home! I think it is a conspiracy between the big W and the plastic bag makers.....