started with a gold mine.
A real gold mine and
a junker's gold mine.
There was so much old rust.
I was in Heaven.
Nothing was for sale.
I was bummed
but I could dream.
Man, oh man, if you love old,
rusty, faded paint
you will agree this place was great.
Twinkle, twinkle I want that star.
You can wash up here
before you get your tetanus shot.
You know how I love chairs.
I wanted these.
Point me to the check out.
Not for sale?...
We talked to the owner
I like to call him The Don
or Mr. Bigot.
Or I may have said Toothless Wonder
as I walked away,
shaking my head.
He is not my kind of guy,
but the man has some neat stuff.
I know, right?
Suck it, Partridge Family.
There was a donkey and a goat
that I fell in love with.
When I wouldn't give the donkey a treat
he would grab a rope with bells
in his teeth and ring it at me.
I like a man who knows what he wants.
We finished the day with some retail therapy.
Today, I supported the arts.
Over and over again.
And we did a lot of oohing and aahing
I just cannot get over the beauty and
the vastness of it all.
I am having a great time.
No cleaning, no cooking,
and lots of hand holding with my big guy.
It doesn't matter that I didn't get any junk.
I have all I need
when it comes to the good stuff.
Life is straight of the chain, baby.