It's been eighty years, but I've not been in some tragic penny-farthing accident, or had an embarrassing orange clothing phase, I've just been tied up with work!
And now I'm off to play some billiards -- the perfect way to let off some steam: hitting tiny balls with wooden sticks!
That's right, I still do the peace-sign--Show me yours!
So, pretty sure it's been forever since my last booth, sorry! But, I am still alive, (only working night shifts, yuck!) Going bargain hunting tomorrow at the flea, wish me luck!
Getting ready for work, and a little side-tracked by my new antique trunks.
They smell like old people.. probably because the last owner stored the dismembered body-parts of their victims in these trunks... Do you guys have any better stories? Mine's a little morbid..
It's pay week, and I'm going antique shopping for my apartment!
I know.. most people would go out drinking, buy shoes, or go to the circus (?) I'm so unlike most people, I don't even know what they do. (The circus would be fun though.. thumbs up!)
I live on the smallest island north of the equator. It is the home to one Anne of Green Gables, and it mainly smells like fish. Procure what you will about be from that.