Dollar Tree Finds

As I mentioned earlier, the local Dollar Tree has some interesting items. Here are some of the latest finds. Notably, these were all spotted on one trip.

(Special thanks to my accomplice who was willing to humor my need to document everything.)


Can you spot the problem?













Paradox: The back of the "My 1st Birthday" celebratory ribbon warns, "Not for children under the age of 3."
















Would you buy the bottle without the label, assuming that it's probably the same as a marked bottles?
















At first I saw this candy and exclaimed, "I bet these are good!" Then I saw the tiny print on the back: "Excess consumption may have a mild laxative effect." Hypothetical purchase aborted.














Wake up to learning with the Prime Ministers of Canada! This durable placemat is sure to brighten your breakfast and provide valuable facts to impress your friends! (Yes, I've worked in marketing. Why do you ask?)








Be sure to check out the logo at the bottom of the display: "Toxic Waste candy sponsors a cleaner world."
















There is evidently buried treasure in Argentina.

Something else is wrong with this map. Can you spot it?

Happy Fourth

I know, I know -- my holidays are all kinds of jacked up. Here it is August, and I'm blogging about Christmas and the Fourth of July. What can I say? I guess Smokey Bear's Birthday just isn't as bloggable.

Last month, on July 6, the realtors of our work building came by to drop off a bag of festive candy. I wondered if they waited until after the 4th to take advantage of some "after-holiday" sale. Or if they just didn't get around to delivering it on time. Regardless, I was happy to chow down on it. (And since I'm evidently the only one at work eating it, it's lasting quite a while).

What was in the bag? Among patriotic Tootsie Rolls and Fireballs:

Because what says "Happy birthday, America" better than Swedish Fish?

Christmas in August

The other day, a coworker was shocked to learn that I hadn't seen It's a Wonderful Life. She promptly brought me the movie the next day and encouraged me to watch it.

While I was a bit unsure about watching a Christmas movie in the middle of the summer (and not just any Christmas movie - the quintessential Christmas movie), I began looking around my apartment and noticed that perhaps it wasn't so out of place.

The Evidence:
I know that one poor ice skater in the foreground is broken. My bad. I was using it as a game piece for a board game and got a little overzealous in counting the number of spaces I was to advance.






































Jimmy Stewart, here I come.