What could this be?

Yesterday I had a plan. It was a good plan, I thought. I'll go out to N. Charleston, I'll hit the TRU and will be rewarded with absolute nothing OR it will be glorious. Monster High-wise that is. And if it is a big pile of nothing, then at least I will have the craft stores to cushion the blow.

Sadly, mother nature took one look at my plans and rained all over them. To top that off, I thought my breakfast would hold me longer than it did. About five minutes in the car and I realize "need food or will vomit" and that's never good. Had to go to two ATMs because the first was broken. Ended up with Taco Bell which is always a good thing in my book (shut it) and so the rain began in earnest.

Widget and I hit TRU while Mums went to find a gas station she could get in and out of. Widget and I admired the costumes and he tried to get me to buy him one. No-ooo, monkey. No. What about a candy pail? Noooo, monkey. But why? Because pails don't hold as much candy, they get heavier three times faster, and they break. Also, they cut into my hand when you inevitably decide you no longer wish to carry them to the promised land. We peeked at the Pokemon cards because he's been bitten by that bug. And then we looked for Monster High. Saw the Bratz and winced at the insane markup TRU is doing. (Seriously, guys? That's just wrong.) and found the MH section and it looked like a hurricane had blown through. Despair! WOE. And then Widget comes over and says, "wait, I'll find one" and he moves them around and I see...

( ...shiny! )

I love these damn dolls. For those who didn't pay attention elsewhere, Clawdeen's hands are painted so this one is kind of always rocking the fingerless gloves.

grab your cat and snuggle!

*shifty eyes* I may or may not have taken advantage of Mattel Shop's free shipping on new arrivals which happens to include Dance Cleo and Frankie. (Well, fine. Frankie was bought during their last free shipping thing on Friday. Whatever!) Which means that Clawdeen was the most expensive of the three.

Now to pray Mattel doesn't fuck this up.

Moving along to sadder things for a moment, Cassy's beloved kitty died... over the weekend? Today? I'm not sure.* I don't think her husband realizes how much shit he's in/his family is in. You do not let a declawed, bengal kitty outside and not expect bad things to happen. And they did. :( I like to think that he's joined my mafia kitties and that they are up to mischief in kitty heaven. (Yes. Kitty heaven. And I will fully believe it if someone ever tells me they took my cat out to the country farm so it would be happier and healthier, dammit!) Or maybe he and Sueme are debating the merits of hugging humans to totally freak them out. Kitties.

Onward. I watched St. Trinians which I must now buy because one should always support such anarchy, even if it is by more legal means than they might like.

Oh, goodie. It's raining. Again. Normally I like rainy days, but I like to know in advance that thunderstorms are going to seriously kill my ability to watch stuff online. I'm in the middle of a serious Jem song binge!

* Apparently Bossy died on the 4th and no one told her until today. That's... fucked up, honestly. I can see not being able to find the words for maybe a week, but not saying anything for a month? Damn. :/