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Mood: Scared ]
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Currently: Eating Breakfast – Organic Shreddies type cereal with a banana ]
So I was skimming through the coupon envelop that arrives at my door on a fairly regular basis when I came across an ad for a fine Thomas Kinkade Clock
Okay, maybe fine is pushing it. This thing is fugly. I know it appeals to the same people who would buy the Pillsbury Doughboy Clock
But I have to ask myself, "Why is Grandma spending your inheritance on pieces of crap?"
I also had to ask myself if there was a special level of hell reserved for Mr. Kinkade and his fellow tchotchke creators? And how many of his children’s souls did Mr. Kinkade sell for his fame? Cause you know that most of those pieces of highly decorated plastic and cheap metals are going to end up in a dump somewhere once grandma goes to the home.
I look at the stuff and think, it’s pretty, in a schmaltzy Touched by an Angel kind of way, but would I pay $179.99 (Plus $19.99 in S&H) in four easy installments of $44.99 for it.
The answer to that my friends is no.