I'd been offered a super-duper-offer-you-can't-refuse "professional rate," because, well, as we all know teachers and decorators are in the same profession. I mean, we're both all about safety scissors and being smart assed, right?
I had checked Domino out a few times from the public library and I was kind of excited.
Unfortunately, the magazine went out of business promptly upon the cashing of my check, it seems.
In lieu they sent me "Lucky". (yeah, irony anyone?)
I mean it's nothing but ads masquerading as "articles" sandwiched between ads not masquerading as articles.
It's like a catalogue you have to pay for, but without all that pesky "pricing and shipping help" nonsense, you know.
I can't even give the copies away. I've tried with every female I know. No one wants them. My mother used them for the cat litter for a while, but then the cat died.
Tossing out today's issue, I see a sample of Ed Hardy's "Christian Audigier's" new perfume ("available at Dillards"). I'm not even going to sully my garbage can.
I just need to think of something useful to do with those "mark your favorite" sticker tabs.