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Cha ching!

I cannot believe the stealin' deals I got consignment shopping today. Henry has been hurting for clothes ever since the weather turned colder. All his pants had ripped knees or cut off his mid-section circulation. All his long-sleeved shirts showed his belly when he lifted his arms.

So I hit the shops this afternoon. In a little over an hour, I managed to find an array of items labeled: Gap, Children's Place, Carter's, OshKosh, Ralph Lauren, Old Navy, and a few Von Maur brands.

I managed to snatch up 5 pairs of jeans (with NO rips, incredibly), a couple pairs of khakis, 1 pair of cords, 5 shirts (rugbys, long sleeved-Ts, etc.), 3 sweaters, a soft and fuzzy pullover, and -- the major score for the day -- a Columbia winter coat.

Grand total? $105. A. Maze. Ing.

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A. Maze. Ing. In. Deed! And very cool. I think I need to start shopping this way.

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