I want the shiny, red leather jacket!


I've been thinking ... about Sarah Palin and her $150,000.00 buying spree, financed by the RNC.

Since Palin's clothes are going to be donated to charities after the election, maybe she could send this red jacket my way! I might even, eventually, lose enough weight to fit into it! If not, I could simply admire it on the hanger.

Of course, some people will say I should stop whining and just buy my own jacket. So I did a little online sniffing, and though I could not find Sarah's exact jacket, I did find a similar one at Neiman Marcus. Isn't it just divine? And the best thing is the price tag.

It's only $1,395.00! I should snap it up!

Oh, but wait. I forgot I'm paying $653.40 every month for my son's health insurance. Just in case he needs another hernia repair. Or gets into an accident. I'm such a worry wart!

Maybe I could put it on layaway -- I hear that's the next big thing, since none of us has any money left. Let's see , $1,395.00 ...

That's $10.00 per month for the next 11.6 years. Or, I could just shop where I normally shop.

Old Navy.

Comments

Fran said…
Snort.

What a great post you have here.

You and your concerns about the "health" of your son. You know what John McCain would say about that!

Deep sigh. What have we become?
9:29 PM
Jan said…
Thanks for the laughs. Too bad it's all true.
11:18 PM
sharecropper said…
Oooooh, I love that jacket, too. And, I don't think she should have to give up her clothes. They do look good on her. The Neiman Marcus one isn't nearly as good looking. LOL

Unfortunately, I think I could spend that much money and not get nearly as many clothes as she did. I do love clothes, but I couldn't handle those heels.
6:00 PM
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