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I have found shoesies for Daddy. Only... I don't know if they're the sort he wants, if they'd actually fit, and really, if I don't know it'll be love at first shoe-sight, do I really want to blow that kind of money? No. No I do not. On the other hand, I don't really have time to tear a store apart looking for his funky shoe size either. What is a daughter to do? WOE. A daughter is to wait impatiently for the bank to open so she can deposit her moneys and then buy Daddy the shoesies of glory, that's what.

Attempted to preorder Clarity and Lizbel [April's Pullip and Dal] but since it's not a forum thing, the odds are a little iffier. Cross your fingers!

Okay, off to find something to nibble.

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I have paid my cable bill, bought Joan a cake, bought Dad two cards, had breakfast, and ordered his present.

I am awfully productive on paydays. To reward myself, I shall go see the new American Girl doll and her friends. Originally the plan had been to hit Big Lots, but alas, failure because I chose breakfast over dollies. I know, I know.