Keep Your Head Up

One of the less annoying things about having a hubby who works from home is that he can take time in the middle of the day to spend doing freaky things with me- like shopping for antiques. (what?...were you imagining other freaky things?...people! I am trying to tell you a story here...come back to reality...and by the way, shame on you and ewww- you were imagining me and him and...ewww).

We sometimes think that without our fire and the need to replace everything that we once had, the economy would be in much worse shape than it is. It is nice to know that we are doing our part to save America. Thus, when we set out to spend our insurance settlement, it is with pride in our country and plastic in our pocket. You all can thank me later. Or now. That's fine, too.

Next on the list of purchases is an end table for our living room. It needs to be a certain size so that it can hold our slot machine and maybe something useful like a lamp. You would think that this is a pretty standard item. Doesn't everyone have a slot machine in their living room? If you haven't figured it out by now (either you are a new reader of this blog or haven't paid attention), we are not the Joneses from down the street. We are weird and quirky and like it that way. Finding the perfect table has been a challenge, so we decided to try the local antique mall and see if they had an offering that would suit our needs.

This place is a city unto itself. It should have its own zip code. Imagine a huge, maze like, multiple building complex with row upon row of stalls for individual vendors (or junque purveyors, if you will). The first time we entered the place, we got extremely confused as to our location. If I had brought bread crumbs or popcorn, I could have left a nice trail to follow. We had neither and although we have a system for looking in antique complexes (always turn left) it failed horribly. I think that we spent roughly 5 hours over 2 days canvassing the place and scouting out some replacement furniture.

This time was going to be much simpler as we knew what we were looking for and could hone in on possible choices with a tape measure in hand. The Hubby left the cozy confines of his office, attached his nerd phone to his belt, and took me out for some afternoon delight-ful shopping. Sometimes these booths are too crowded and I get scatter-brained and overwhelmed. Other booths are sparse and we can fly by without much of a glance. Between our strange senses, The Hubby and I often buy a few oddities during our search missions. This time was no exception as he came down an aisle proudly wearing a shit-eating smile and this.

The Hubby is now a Grand Poo-Bah

I knew I was done for when I saw the smile. It was the same smile he gave me when we were offered a free booth from the local deli. Yeah, we had a restaurant booth in our house. Damn that smile...

Our time together on these trips is always a joy. There are SO MANY things to look at and we usually learn a thing or two from the time that we spend perusing. I was checking out a really cool display, when The Hubby spoke up.

"Hey!" he said to grab my attention.

"Do you think that this clock is male or female?"

I looked up to see this dangling over my head.

No, we didn't buy it, but I have to wonder if that is where the expression "balls to the wall" comes from.