Sometimes I like to sneak away from my family on a Saturday morning and go to the junk store. This time I kidnapped my friend Amy to come along.
We had a lovely time discussing husbands, children, boils, cupcakes and the lack of civility in the world.
Most importantly, we junked!
My favorite score is this awesome pair of cowboy boots. I love them with my whole entire being.
They are real leather and feel amazing. I just need a cowboy. Maybe I can get some chaps at the junk store for David.
I also found this little house.
I am going to paint it yellow and put little curtains in the windows. I'll make some window boxes and fill them with tiny red geraniums.
I found a completely amazing teal dress from the seventies. I need to wash it, but once it's all clean I'll model it for you. It has a very Anthropologie/Mad Men feel to it. White go-go boots would make it perfect.
On a more somber note, I have to let you know that there has been a death in the Shiny Red Houses Family. Back when Tibbles found a new home with the long suffering Christine, I bought Rebecca some new replacement pets. Two African Dwarf frogs. Useless pets, but they don't pee on the couch so they were an improvement over Piddles. Rebecca named them Kirk and Spock and promptly started ignoring them.
Over the last month we've noticed that one of the frogs was thriving and that the other one....not so much.
Today, the circle of life was completed as young Spock, dear sweet Spock, was found at the bottom of the tank looking extremely dead. Further inspection revealed that he had in fact left this world and that it was time for him to make the journey into the next, a journey which so many small aquatic pets have traveled, namely the journey from toilet to water treatment plant.
I am only slightly ashamed to admit that I silently cheered Spock's death. It's possible that with two kids, two dogs, three cats, two frogs and two hermit crabs I was feeling a bit overburdened in the pet department.
Meanwhile, Lily is complaining of a stomach ache and I am praying that my punishment for welcoming amphibian death is not a Padrusch Family stomach flu.
Please pray for us.