One word: Euphoric

That's how I feel after a great thrifting trip. Among the usual (dress, sweater, tee) found last night, Jon and I hit the Halloween jackpot. One kid's skeleton costume, homemade clown suit, and two pairs of matching hammer pants later, we had the real start of an amazing costume collection. I also got a really weird look and a good awkward silence moment from the cashier who asked me if I had kids, and I said "No."

It was a kind of high where you feel like a spontaneous song and soft shoe tap dance number could erupt on the street.