Cheap Slut

I am a slut for cheap things. I dumpster dive with the best of them. I've gotten a lot of really good furniture this way. And I consider it my own personal Lindy Loo recycling program.

One of the weirdest things I've dumpster-dived within the last couple of years is this:



I try not to accrue too much needless clutter. *Waiting as we all catch our breath from insane bouts of laughter* Ok. Yeah, I'm kind of a pack-rat. *BUT* this week I've actually been going from room to room in my house, cleaning the hell out of shit. Throwing shit away by the droves. And packing shit up to garage sale sometime soon.

But yeah, I was walking down the street in my neighborhood one day and I passed this sandbox. I thought to myself, I wonder if my cats might like that for the roof. And then I continued on. When I passed it again on my way back, I figured, wtf. Might as well grab it, toss it on the roof, see if they like it. If not, all I'd end up doing is returning it right back to where it was: the garbage. And hopefully some OTHER lucky folks would pick it up to use. (The fun part was dragging it past the outdoor seating of the upscale restaurant at the end of my street--hee hee.)

And long story long, my cats love this thing. When it's hot out, they lay under the lid (as you can see below), at least until they suddenly realize that the sun has turned the lid into an oven, and then suddenly they'll come bolting out from underneath it into the house. They also can pretend to stalk birds or squirrels from under there, and sometimes they sit in the actual sandbox and act like the birds couldn't POSSIBLY see them in all their camouflaged glory. It's great. Zooey (who you can see in the pictures below) actually got really upset one day when it blew off my roof. I couldn't figure out why she kept running to the window and then running around the living room and then running back to the window and then getting hiccupy when I came over there. Apparently she was very upset that her lady bug had taken a windy nose-dive into my neighbor's yard. Ha ha ha.

So yeah: being a slut for cheap things often works out well.




For obvious reasons, I am also a slut for free-shipping.

Which is why, after all that, I bring you a link to a shop I just stumbled across while trying to hunt down flaxseed oil capsules. And that's

THRIFTY VEGAN

Thrifty Vegan is apparently a family-owned vegan business that sells vitamins and supplements. And the thing is ALL THEIR SHIPPING IS FREE!!! (And they don't seem to have boosted their prices to allow for this.) And seriously, when you just need one bottle of flaxseed oil capsules, and everywhere else is charging you $4+ in shipping to send out one measly bottle, this is DEFINITELY a welcome sight.

So go check it out. And buy something. Buy many somethings! The shipping's free, and you'll be supporting a small family-owned business, so why the hell not??

Endorsement of the Day (Also Intended to Distract You from All Previous Whining This Title is Long and Man Can You Make Them Long... Just Ran Out)

Now that my pity party is over (and I didn't get peed on), I'd like to post something that doesn't even ATTEMPT to disguise itself as food-related by including food pics at the end, and that is this:

I just bought shit through Cosmo's Vegan Shoppe which really kinda rocks (both the shit itself, and Cosmo's; and assuming that the stuff makes it to me and that they don't just drive to the edge of a ravine and toss my package off, laughing maniacally and rubbing their hands together like the evil masterminds they are).



Here's what I done bought:

I bought myself some vegan rubbers. So I can, um, slide them on my feet and squish around in the mud and go *glomp glomp glomp* and splash in large puddles. Not so I can have sex. No: Puddles. And glomping (which actually sort of SOUNDS like some sort of weird sex act now that I think about it).

I bought some mascara. Because even big ol' feminists sometimes like to pretty themselves up.

I bought some vegan donuts. Because they are vegan donuts.

And I bought a new bumper sticker for my car, since very unfortunately the Secret Society of Vegans won't mail out just one or two damn stickers (since it has to "weigh 1 lb"). F- one pound!

Now I just have to decide whether to plaster sticker #1 or sticker #2 on my car.

I suspect it won't take much to decide on #1, seeing as it has... *giggling* a cuss word in it! OH MY GOD SWEARS!





You should be cool like me and buy stuff from them. Then people might actually like you, instead of just pretending to.