a.j. all wrong

As promised, I snapped several pictures in the housewares department of the illustrious A.J. Wright store in Schenectady, New York over the weekend.

If the allure of gruesome tchatkes isn't enough incentive to click over, allow me to dangle this carrot: Photographic evidence of me administering the Booty Slap to a creepy doll.

Hot, right?

Where's the hyperlink, you ask? Well, you'll just have to click over to find it. I'm not doing ALL the work, yo.

The Lovely Jess provides a recap of our fun-filled weekend upstate. Furthermore, she included a laundry list of topics discussed and events attended.

If I may, I'd like to tack on the following:

:: Consumption of a phallic-shaped fried fish sandwich

:: The persistence of the radio's scan feature trying to convince us to listen to the likes of Kool & The Gang, Celine Dion and the new Bob Seger song. (There is one, you know!)

:: Name that rodent on the side of the road

:: And lastly... "You don't know the parasites hangin' from my eyes! You don't know the parasites hangin' from my eyes!"

Wouldn't you all love to know what spawned that line of dialogue?! And remember kids, form an orderly line when you hit up the A.J. Wright to buy those gorgeous knick-knacks. And no stampeding.