The Art Of The Impulse Buy

Hey! I got my first issue of GARDEN & GUN magazine. I saw a subscription for it somewhere and I just had to have it. I’m curious about everything, and I wondered what a magazine with this title could possibly be about—besides gardens and guns, of course. After thumbing through its pages, I discovered it’s about Southern living: cuisine, hunting, entertainment, homes, etc. And gardens and guns. I’m almost hooked enough on what I’ve seen in the magazine to contemplate retiring to the region. It was an impulse buy, and I’m glad I subscribed.

Toothy Tie o’ the Day was an impulse buy as well, that’s for sure. I am not a dentist or related to a dentist. I am not particularly dental in any way, except that I am an adult human and have a set o’ choppers so I can gnaw on meat and crush goodies (after Lent, which ends later this week). A colorful necktie whose print is decorated with molars is something I didn’t need for any reason I could think of or make up—except I hadn’t owned such a tie before. The tie makes me smile, so I’m pleased I bought it. People seem to enjoy chewing my ear off about the tie (pun intended).

The impulse buy is an awesome sales notion. I give a thumbs-up to occasionally buying something swell for no real purpose. I do, however, recommend that one keep one’s impulse buys to items that are relatively inexpensive. Don’t impulsively contract to buy a ruby-encrusted yacht. You probably won’t find that buy to be prudent. Real caviar scratch-n-sniff stickers? That would be a pricey DON’T. A 99-cent pack o’ chocolates shaped like poop emojis? YES! A good chocolate prank among pals is always worth a measly 99-cents. Just because a product is odd, it doesn’t mean you need it. Unless you do. If a strange object moves you, place it in your shopping cart. You’re the decider. 🛒

Lunch With Mom At The Hospital

Mom is as fragile as she is tough. She’s needed a little extra care the past few days, so she’s been getting some rest at the hospital, next door from Millard Care and Rehab. We kids have all been doing our best to bother her in small doses by spending time with her there, which is just as she seems to like it. She got shrimp with her salad at lunch on this day, and you’d have thought it was Christmas at Rockefeller Center. That’s another bigly lesson Mom has consistently taught us: it doesn’t take much to be happy—if you wanna be happy.

BTW For this visit with Mom, I wore some of my animal-print accessories: pink Bow Tie o’ the Day, brown Sloggers, and orange print face mask (not shown), so Mom would be inspired to reach down into her deep animal instincts to get well and get back to her digs at the care center soon. I threw on my Bernie socks just cuz he’s old and still thriving. Bernie’s always good for a laugh.