WTF Thrift Store

I had another week with some contemplation and confusion over which direction my writing should take, and then realized I am such a good fence sitter, I'm going with that. I'll continue on with the sequel to Such Beautiful Deadly Things  (I did work out a few burning questions, although more to resolve) and split my time with starting a romance novel as well.

On the minus side, it will take me twice as long to get a manuscript completed. On the plus side, I won't ever get bored.


The thrift store shelves were experiencing some confusion as well. Over the last few weeks I've had to stop a couple times in front of a shelf and say to myself, "WTF, Thrift Store."

I thought this bank summed up my split-personality lately as I think about my writing...murder, no wait, romance, no, murder, no, romance...ahhh!

Really, who thought this PMS bank was an appealing design, and what does it have to do with saving money?

I do think I might have worn my bangs like that as a child though.

This nose-less little girl with a lamp coming out of her head stopped me dead in my tracks. 

I really have no words, and don't think I need any.

I pushed the button to open the door and did not expect a little boy with a squirter in his pants (I assume you somehow add water to this so it squirts the unassuming button-pusher in the face).

Just rude. 

This hollow-eyed little girl startled me. I'm not sure what the "F" is for, but in my head it was for "Freaky."

You know someone got this as a Father's Day gift one year.
Because every man hopes he gets cologne that is associated with Trout.

I just don't understand why these vegetables are so angry.

Here's hoping your week finds you looking less like these vegetables and more like the right-side of the bank...and nothing like the nose-less girl.