Day 14

My dog is like a 13 year old girl with a camera phone.  He can't help it, he looks soo good he just has to have his picture taken.  He would take it himself if he could make a seductive pouty face with a snout or if he could simultaneously hold a phone and push a button with his paw; since he can't, he has to drop everything and come running when he sees a camera.  I think he wants to be "discovered" so he can get out of this one horse apartment. 

Since taking pictures every day is officially the thing I hate most about this blog (no wait, it's not shopping), I think I'll just start laying out my clothes next to him.

Nugget is to my outfits what Vanna is to the puzzles on Wheel of Fortune.

I guess that makes me Pat Sajak.

So, welcome to Nugget's new blog about not shopping.   He may be a camera whore, but in terms of swearing off shopping, he's a rock star... Mostly because he doesn't have a job, a bank account, or opposable thumbs.