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If you discern me or read my private blog, (Force of utterance Mine), you know, I have this body against all things “Juicy Couture.” Beautiful futile given I have being in Orange Shire where you see it splashed across every other hinie at Southern Coast Plaza, but I can be ungovernable when I want to be.

Here’s my flesh of neat-cattle…$145 for a tiny girl’s purse at Nordstrom?

I was thrilled to my toes when I saw they had about eight of them prominent down to (a steal at) $95 — mistrust it wasn’t the three-year-old “must-have” of the period of the year.

Even if I had the wallet of Oprah, I wouldn’t outer covering out that kind of cash for something for a child. You would either have to be a bond-servant to appearances or lawful not thinking direct to throwing down that many Jacksons on something that will be either replaced by a three-dollar Dora handbag or not to be found forever in the deep pit that is your daughter’s cabinet floor.

What are we breeding our kids when we dispose of this kind of currency on them, even if it’s practicable?

I remember my mom used to put things on lay not present for me — anyone call to remembrance lay away? The torment of lay away tense me to appreciate things when I (in conclusion) got them. Our kids (mine included) would be dismayed at the thought.

My, I am bombastic aren’t I? … you’ve never seen this side of me...

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