Flea market fun, bat blunders, and hot dog delights

After work today Jim and I had to rush out of the house. We spotted a bat. Jim stood outside, openly bummed that such a little monster could botch up such a pretty day.



















So I enlisted the neighbor kid to help get it out. Paid him $5 bucks and got this little guy on a stick. He's okay - just pissed.


















After that it was onto the flea market. This is my sanctuary and my favorite Saturday destination.














You can enjoy biscuits, gravy, and cigarettes outside.

















Lots of pretties.

















This is Steve. He sold me Tommyknockers on VHS for a buck.