Almost Famous

Hey guess what? I'm like famous. Not really, but hey just go with it. Together we'll lovingly call it: quasi-famous. And by quasi I mean resolutely: not. I do, however, have a degree of separation from an infamous and fabulous writer friend who continually HOOKS A SISTER UP.
Kyk, next drink's on me.
First, she hooked me up with this:

A grocery shopping challenge wherein my groceries were completely paid for even though I had to buy tampons in front of a male producer, but that's neither here nor there. It was such a fun challenge. The rules: it all had to be under 250 and only forty items and we were warned not to stock your particular cart with like 5 hair straighteners and a bottle of expensive anti-wrinkle cream or ye shall suffer the impending rath of a certain big box chain rep who was about 4 feet tall and in a word: scary. Seriously. The hairs on the back of my neck are standing up as I recount her words through my finger tips.
And now, the great and powerful Kyk has done it again here.
I DO love perks. But really, I love knowing a smart, semi-sassy, incredibly thoughtful friend.
P.s. And you'll appreciate this: I'm now signing off to leave bound for Target. I'll tell her not to be so bitchy come spring...