One tiny sop

The one good thing about adulthood (as I've occasionally bitterly said): you have a bigger allowance.

(My allowance, even into high school, was $2 a week. Yes, that's right. Granted, I didn't have to buy my own clothes or even most of my school supplies, but still: it made it hard if you wanted something more expensive than an ice cream cone).

As a tiny sop to my hurt feelings, I went ahead and ordered the Rarity stuffed toy (the one with the more show-realistic hair rather than the one with the spaghetti hair) that I had been looking at a long time back on Amazon.

It doesn't really HELP. Except it does, a little.