I'd just like to say that I'm taking my beloved child out to the Dollar Tree with me tomorrow to do some serious damage (okay like wrapping paper and ribbons and things of the such)..because I. fucking. love. the dollar tree. Everything's a buck (dude like..3 liter sodas..come on! hehe)..and we basically lived off of everything they sold when we were dirt poor. no..I'm serious. When Calix spent those 2 1/2 weeks in the hospital..we would time ourselves in the NICU with him..because the first hour of parking was free. when it got to the 50 minute mark..we said our goodbyes and would literally race out of the hospital to try to make it out on time. also..that's when we would have to borrow money (a fucking dollar if we were a minute late out of the parking garage) from my mother and her boyfriend..just so we could go spend a bit of time with our child. So yes.. I have a hardcore soft spot for the Dollar Tree..and I'm not ashamed of it, either.
I think that it's nice to be able to say we were soooooo poor for about 3 months and now that phase of our lives is over and though we're not rich, we're comfortable and have everything we need.
Just sayin.
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