A week isn’t complete without a good snark

Last weekend was my mom’s birthday.  The only thing she wanted was a new photograph of her kids and grand kids.  The last one she has is from four years ago.  I’m sure she didn’t think she’d get it.  I personally find it excruciating to have my photo taken.  I’m not photogenic.  At all.  Not even a little.  There are about four decent pictures of me in this entire world.  All the rest of them have a tendency to vanish.  I don’t know how that happens.  When I say I’m not photogenic, I’m not displaying false modesty here.  Every time I see myself in pictures I wonder, “Who the hell is that?” 
 
Anyway, I called my brother and he agreed to do it and we made the appointment and had the damn picture taken. 
 
That wasn’t the point of this post.  The thing that actually prompted me to write this post came after the torture of the photo studio.
 
We stopped off at a 99cent store on the way to my mom’s party to grab a gift bag and tissue.  There was a line at the checkout so I let my eyes wander.  Right there at the checkout were condoms.  Discount condoms.  99 cent condoms.  Who else besides me is horrified at the thought of paying cut rate prices for condoms?  We all know the crap at the 99cent stores is just that – crap.  It just seems to me that condoms isn’t the place you should be scrimping.  For God’s sake, just spend the money.  I Googled it – Magnum Large Size Thin with Ultrasmooth Lubricant is 6.78 for 12 at the dreaded W store. 

But then the dreaded W store is often full of people that probably used the 99cent condoms.
 
And there is your snark for the day.