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My name rhymes with "Lisa," I live in Midland, Texas, because it's warm and the mortgage is cheap, and of course this is my natural hair color. Of course! The EGE--The Ever-Gorgeous Earl--is my husband of 35 years. I have the best job in the world because I get to call up artists and ask them nosy questions and then write about them. I also stitch, podcast, blog, and then, in my spare time, do it all some more.

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

She Can Skip the Pearls. Also the Underpants.

Thanks to HeyJude Of Straw Mountain Studio for sending this to me this morning and making both me and The EGE laugh out loud.

9 comments:

mo said...

omg, that made me snort coke thru my nose!!!

Jeannie said...

OMG! OMG! What would the poor woman do if she had to go to Nordstroms or Saks? LOL! This is going to make me laugh out loud all day!

Jude Ongley-Mowris said...

...and I am STILL laughing! I am so very grateful there was no photo attached!
(hey)Jude

Zoe Nelson said...

I wonder if she's one that shows up in the photo collages of "Walmartians"! That story cracked me up.

Megan Noel said...

we do not have any walmarts in the city of seattle - thank god. i am not sure where the people w/ butt crack shop. probably kmart. i don't go there. there are just things i don't want to see. it's really worth paying more not to see butt crack.

amy said...

this makes me happy. so does the very first comment on this post which reads, " omg that made me snort coke through my nose"

yep. a thoroughly enjoyable post.
love this blog.
love the comments.

xxa

p.s. i also love wine, in case that was a mystery after this comment.

geri said...

i saw a lady in the market one day in bright pink flannel pajamas and a pink fleece robe.where are the fashion police when you need them? in walmart?

Anonymous said...

Ok, so where is the story- I only see the title- you put that up- without a story- leaving us to wonder. Linda

Ricë said...

The story is just that snippet of newspaper clipping. That's all there was. And that's enough, if you ask me. I don't *want* to know any more.

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