Store photos. Doing our best to keep price tags on everything. Christmas time people come in and will buy almost anything. Soap, knick-knacks, the toothless cat.* You can sense the frenzy. I pick up on this because that's always me shopping for gifts in the 11th hour. I've only purchased one gift so far this year. It's a book that I would like to have for myself, so naturally I bought it for Eric. [ERIC DO NOT CLICK THE LINK]

Sometimes people walk in and say, "What is this place?"
I always want to say something like: "Well, it's important to keep an open mind...Are you into leather?"

*Toothy [aka Darla, or Scooter] don't live here anymore. She got shipped out on a reconnaissance mission at our home a few blocks away. [We have a mouse infestation.] She's still diligently gathering information. The other night Eric caught a mouse in the kitchen sink with a yogurt container-peanut-butter trap. I came out to see what all the commotion was and saw Toothy nodding and quietly taking notes from her foxhole under the cupboard. When pressed, she issued a formal statement:

"The vermin situation on Coffey Street has escalated over the past few months, and seems to be directly correlated to the drop in outside temperature. Evidence gathered thus far indicates heavy looting in the stovetop region. A perimeter around the kitchen has been identified as a crumb trading route which leads to a central layer, as of now unknown. The area under the sink seems to serve as a safehaven for these crumb-traffikers. In addition, the dog dish, with its occasional leftover kibble has become a highly frequented area. Get rid of the dog."