The Big DumpTruck

If you don't have a sense of humor, you just don't want me in your little Secret Santa exchange. Or the office Yankee Swap. I'm just saying that I take great pride in finding the best worst gifts possible within the dollar limit. This year, I was in one Secret Satan exchange where I sent out a CLASSIC gift (that I won't mention yet because we haven't had our reveal). But Wednesday night I was out with my sister and a friend and we wandered the Mall at Whitney Field and ended up in the new clothing store where Cherry and Webb (or Touraines, depending on how old you are) used to be, down by Sears. It's the 9.98 clothing store, everything is 9.98 or less. (By the way, folks who are on a serious fixed income, they have winter coats for ten bucks. Not beautiful, but functional, and I think that's all that matters this time of year.)

We found the following item, which I immediately had to have. Of course, we had 15 minutes of giggle fits about it, but for $10, someone at my work Yankee Swap is in for a REAL treat! In the photo below, Mr. Dump models it, but kept yelling "hurry up, I think it's starting to melt onto my body and I won't be able to get it off!"

Mr. Dump didn't want me to show his face in case someone found this and used it against him somehow.





Yes, that's 100% pure vinyl, baby.

I can't wait until the Yankee Swap!