Just got home from shopping and eeee lookit my scores! I got 1,600 Marvel-related stickers for $2, which, okay, I’ll probably only use five of them, but at my job we hand out stickers to sick children so I figure I’ll throw the rest in a pile for those kids. And I got some Avengers “snack containers” for 30¢, those I’m going to use to store my smaller-sized earrings in so that I can keep better track of them.
And then. THE FREAKING GL:TAS BIRTHDAY CARD OF AWESOMENESS I CAN’T EVEN. It folds out into a kind of “do not disturb” sign and OH HI THERE ZILIUS ZOX I HATE YOU BUT IT’S REALLY COOL THAT YOU’RE ON MY DOOR NOW??
Since it was for myself (why yes I’m a 25 year old woman buying a boys birthday card for herself, nothing strange at all about this situation, nosirree), the cashier asked me why I hadn’t grabbed an envelope… oops. Didn’t even occur to me.