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A sale's a sale and all that...

Everyone is back to school, and the shopping has commenced. We don't normally do the full on back to school clothes shopping blitz; instead we tend to pace ourselves. We shop all the time...and, as a result, have become quite the sale junkies.

Yes, the economy is in the toilet. But we take our responsibility for the greater good seriously--we throw a pretty constant stream of cash at the retail endeavor.

Yes, our money has to go a looooong way what with a child in college on the East Coast and many many ways to spend our hard-earned dollars, but...in truth, we like sales. We like to shop.

Sales allow us to justify our purchases, consciences clear, as we proudly display the absolutely darling pencil skirt that goes with the heretofore lonely charcoal patent pumps that have been waiting to accent the perfect skirt. The sleeveless black sweater, also deeply discounted, with the cool rhinestone-y zipper that really, miraculously does not render the sweater hooker wear, will top the entire ensemble beautifully.

We grin broadly as we hold up the handful of really cute panties that we absolutely positively HAD to buy, because they were at the irresistible price of..something less than full retail. Honestly, 5/20 vs 5/25 is a big difference, right? We're saving while we're purchasing something really really essential.

Hubby, daughter and I all went to the mall at different times this weekend, and all found great stuff. All of it was on sale. All of it will either replace an old something that was outgrown, unloved or simply acquiring dust.

Really. Now I've got to see if I can get rid of some of those old things and make room in the undie drawer.

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