I would love to offer up individual witty commentaries for this trough of t-shirts that I'm about to spank up onto thisnext but you know what? Not gonna happen. Not this time. No way, no how.

And why not?

Because I am literally bouncing up and down in the chair, tapping my Visa on my knee like some kind of hillbilly fashionista escapee from a 12-step program, hyperventilating in anticipation of what I'm about to do.

Which is buy just about one of every pattern. Love them. Love them to the point that I intend to roll around in them on the bed when they arrive.

So hurry up if you want one too. Momma's goin' a ' shoppin'.....

Aw, poor R2! :)