By the time morning rolled around I was not sure I would live, much less make it to the flea. But I needed a break, so off I went. If you can't get your behind out there by six am you can forget about buying. I still visit with all my favorite vendors though.
The grand haul?
And a maybe old, maybe not old huge drug bottle. The label says it treats lumbago among other things. When I was a kid my grandpa would always ask if you had the lumbago if you were sick, so home it came.
Yesterday the kids started school and I was still thinking I would get to slow the hell down. But I had a bunch of small projects to finish for Jack's room, then the washing broke while full of water and dirty clothes and on and on. I might be silly enough to think I could sit down today but grant needs a hair cut, there's the laundry mess from yesterday and the floors are covered in food. (But vacuuming means cleaning up toys. Or more accurately driving more toys to goodwill. Lol)