Not too shabby

I really wasn't planning on going to the flea market today because tomorrow is the 35th annual Gypsy Caravan , which we usually attend, and it would have been my flea market for the week. But boredom (and curiousity!) got the better of us, and off to the market we went. Because it is sort of rainy it was actually nice and quiet, and I definitely prefer that to the heat and insanity of last week's market.

Besides, look what I found! Those of you who have been hanging around here awhile may remember that we sleep on this bed , which I consider one of my best antiquing finds ever. I was ridiculously excited to spot this at the flea market this morning, since these beds are rarely (if ever) seen around here. It's a small one, and something wierd has gone on with the foot board, but woooooohoooo it is all mine! The quilt top I found isn't too shabby either.
(Jack is showing me a picture he drew of "outside.")

Yesterday we all went to the brand new, gigantic Cabellas to look for a handheld GPS. Ordinarily I boycott these places purely because the stuffed animals in there are, well, rather gross to me. Before we had even gone into the store Jack was asking what store this was. Dave replied with something like "this is a manly store." So Jack looks at me and says, "this is a manly store, in'nt Mama?"

While my husband was investigating said GPS, I had the (not so very nice) pleasure of pushing Jack around to see said dead animals. A few more gems from Jack on that trip:

Upon seeing a mountain lion, with fangs and claws bared, ready to rip the throat out of a deer, "Look mama! A kitty! Meoowwww!"

Upon seeing an elk standing in a stream, "That cow needs to take a bath!"

Upon seeing a mini cooper in a parking lot, "Look at that bike trailer."

LOL, kids. He gets funnier every day.