I love the beauty shop where all kinds of conversations take
place. The one I go to is walk in only, no appointments so
if you don't get there when it opens, you have to log in and
then go shop for while.

Last week, I was late so I went to the dollar tree and they
had pretty dishtowels. Mine are disgraceful so I bought a
dozen. When I went back I confided in another woman who
said hers were also nasty looking and she left and went over
and bought some also. When she came back she was contemplating new wash cloths also because she said hers were
too embarrassing for display when she had company.

Tatty underwear is another vice common to a lot of women,
including me. Especially when you are beyond the age where
it is on display.

Our dollar tree is a marvel. It has remaindered books, cleaning supplies and paper plates and towels and toilet
tissue. I don't go nearly often enough. I took Phyllis
and she kept looking at the marked prices and failed to
grasp that everything was a dollar. I have gotten Marie
Callendar's chicken pot pie soup there which is delicious.
Too bad they don't have underwear!