The Gloaming

I initially wasn't going to post anything tonight until I stop to listen to what was coming out of my FNNR's laptop. She is watching fart videos on YouTube. Yes, you read correctly. She is finding live fart on television videos. It all started with the "First Family of Satanism" and now we are moving onto live farts. It would be pitiful if it weren't so funny to watch her laugh at it. It's like watching a five year old boy laugh at farts. She's crying. If this is going to be how it is while I'm trying to get through grad school I'm going to have to invest in some decent earplugs. 

On a side note there was a giant markdown at the store today. And by "giant" I mean 95% of our clothes are at least 25% off. It took about 25 of us ALL day to mark everything down. And everything still isn't marked down, but it's all in the general area of marked downedness. Yes, I just made that word up. And true to form every old lady trying to save a buck comes in right in the middle of our markdown and starts poking through everything while we are trying to get things organized. My favorite today, though, was when I was working on a rack of clothes that didn't have a price. My job was to find the price and make a new label. This lady comes up, grabs something off the rack, takes it to the remote scanner to see how much it is, then comes back to me complaining there's no price. Oh, really? No! I lied! I think my favorite was the lady who complained about the 25% off pants being on the 50% off rack but her not being able to get the extra 25% - she even threw in a manager's name; I think it was a scare tactic. Michael Kors drives people crazy. 

I'll close it out by showing you what brings a smile to my face everyday: 

I don't know why his kimono is different than the other boys except that the other kimonos might not be able to hold as much cuteness. Probably that's the reason. Oh hey - next time remind me to tell you about Miles P. being dressed up as "hot chocolate." 

Good night!