What Constitutes the Double Roll?

I think it's a marketing scam. These double rolls don't look like double rolls to me. Maybe I'm now so used to seeing the double roll that my experience has been narrowed. Remember when there were no double rolls? I also remember paying 99 cents for a four-pack back in my first apartment days. That's when I wasn't stealing from my parents' stock on the weekly visits. When I first started buying the double rolls they wouldn't fit on most of the holders in my house but now they slide on and spin with no problems. So what's the deal? What does make up a double roll? Is it the number of squares (which can be manipulated by sizing the squares smaller) or is it over-all length (which can become irrelevant by making the layer thinner). Are you a double-roller or a single? Inquiring minds want to know.

Friday Haiku

Last week I went shopping with some birthday money burning a hole in my pocket. I don't know why I'm always surprised that "essentials" are so pricey.

Eighty-eight dollars

For two bras, two underpants
Out of whack, you think?

Too much information?

Confession: I have flip-flop toe. It's not a pretty site and besides the aesthetics, it's a bit painful. But that has never stopped me yet from sharing.

It's cause: flip-flops. The only time I get it other than flip-flop season is in the winter when I'm thinking of wearing my flip-flops. It's also hereditary because Riley has it too only we call his Croc toe.

It's raining this morning with promise of thunderstorms. We are off to do some shopping, hoping to find my magazines in Chapters and perhaps even a slim point and shoot which I've been saving up for. The boys are out for the new Wii sports game disc coming out. Selfishly I'm hoping they get it so that it frees up my afternoon for playing in the studio. Happy Sunday everyone, whether or not you suffer from flip-flop toe. I bet Brenda is wearing her flip-flops and sunscreen today.

The Story Behind the Shoes

What is it with women and shoes? I was out buying rubber boots for someone else yesterday - someone who wasn't with me, so it was kind of odd to the salesman when I picked out a few pairs of boots and asked him if he would see if he had any in a size 10. That in itself wasn't odd, but when he came back with all his size 10's, I then asked him for those shoes in a 6 1/2. He looked at me kind of funny, but I like to mess with people some times so I just smiled. I loved them on the shelf but loved them more when I put them on. "These are $500 shoes," the salesman said. "I know," I said, thinking, "I know because my foot has never been in a $500 shoe and this feels like butter". They were stupid cheap - I do not have $500 in my budget for ONE paid of shoes. I put them on around 7:00 this morning, thinking I would wear them around the house a bit before going to work, just to see where they might rub or pinch, where I would need to put band-aids on for blisters. I noticed around 10:00 at work that I had forgotten to take them off at home. I wore them until I got home at 5:30 with nary a blister or red spot. So that's what it's like to live on the other side of the tracks.

Post Script/Clarification - The shoes were on sale, about 80% off.