Less than an hour ago a man walked in through our front door asking if this was a beauty salon. He seemed confused to find that no, it was the home of two astonished old people. He seemed to think he could then stand around and ask for directions.
Such are the joys of having a door painted screaming titty pink.
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Yesterday there was a street fair out front. It was the annual Fruitland Family Fun Day! We awoke to find a taco wagon set up right in front of our door - not that I was complaining,
All morning and afternoon our little historic downtown was awash in vendors booths, large, sunny families ambling around, hula hoop contests, miniature horses, a bar band blazing away, the park full of kid activities, the splash pool geysering water...and this was nice. Sun shining, sky blue.
Afterward?
You guys, everybody packed up and left, and there was not ONE thing left on the pavement.
Not ONE THING.
Not a gum wrapper, no spent shells, no turkey legs or napkins, NOTHING.
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Well enough of my ongoing culture shock. I have a whole new cookbook haul and oh my goodness have I found some doozies. My next post is going to be all about whether or not vampires can have sex and if so what happens when the guy vampire nothing but food atrocities!
See? Now you have something to look forward to.
Now I'm going to go smoke in the back stairwell. You should too.
