dear dollar store,

no matter what your name is, family dollar, dollar tree, everythings a dollar! i will always love you. you know...i loathe shopping. when i used to go with my mom i could barely stand up after like 10 minutes for the immense weight of hatred i had of being in department stores for that long. i literally could feel my life force draining away.

yet dollar store, ever since you first came into my life...and i couldn't even really say when that was, because well...our love seems so timeless.. i just really can't get enough of cruising down your aisles with a plastic basket in hand.
most stores could not persuade me to purchase their items even if they paid me. large sums of money. but all you have to do is say, here... look at me on the shelf. a plant self-watering bulb. a paper grab bag full of surprises. a bright sky blue towel. assorted color by numbers. a cd of pan pipe music. and i'm head over heels sold.

i mean what can i say? you are the only one for me!

xoxoxoxoxoxo
lesley

p.s. i don't even care if you flirt around with prices other then a dollar (and i know now and days you do...quite often...)