It was a good day.
A good day to garage sale.
But girlfriend, it was hot.
I am talking H.O.T. Humid. Hair gone to hell Sticky Hot.
We walked, we schlepped. We drooped.
We found fabulous things.
We know. It's crazy.
It was Ironstone crazy day.
The craziness continued.
Though we were practically lethargic, probably dehydrated and most likely fugitives.
However, because of 'holy shit, one great find after another', we forged ahead.
I told you. Insanity.
Whew knew humidity was such good luck?
Normal people would have given up and sought air conditioning at this point.
But, Quandie and Lacqui? As if. We're die hard. aka: Nuts.
But, can you blame us?
Furniture Crazy Land. Next stop, Paintbrush Land.
The day was fantastic.
Not counting the dehydration, lethargy and multiple parking violations.
By the end of the day, we were punchy, wacky, loopy.
We'll water up, find shelter, bathe in ice and do it again.