Why do we chose to live in this godforsaken heat?

This heat wave can kiss my sweaty ass. Seriously. I’m so tired of the triple digits. I’m tired of opening the front door and being smacked in the face by a wall of hot. I’m tired of running the a/c all the time… our PG&E bill is going to SUCK. I hate being outside. So, what do Amanda and I do on a Saturday morning when it’s hotter than Satan’s balls? Walk outside.

Saturday mornings mean coffee and the Farmer’s Market. Even at 9am, it was already disgustingly hot. Iced coffee for the win! I swear, it was the fastest trip around the market we’ve ever made. Not being ready to go back to our respective houses of heathens, we made an impromptu trip to the shopping strip in our neighboring town. Most of the shops are “antique” shops. I use quotes because they’re really just glorified thrift stores. It was still amusing to go in. It was also nice to walk into the blessed a/c.

We found some real “treasures” today. There was a plethora of disturbing dolls and Venetian masks. Tons of gaudy jewelry. More questionable articles of clothing than I could count. There was also a disturbing amount of home decor with French text on it. I played a game where I translated the words for Amanda and we’d see if the text made sense or was even fitting for the piece it was on. The majority, nope. It reminded me of the Chinese character tattoos people get but without actually knowing what it means. Most of the time, it doesn’t mean what they think it does.

*I have no words… mainly because I can’t stop laughing.*

BUT the winner of the day… a pair of porcelain dolls. But these weren’t just any dolls. Nope. They were quite large, maybe two feet tall. But what makes them the winner… the were fully costumed replicas of Princess Diana and Prince Charles on their wedding day.

I might be on the verge of heatstroke, but at least I’m amused.

Antiquing

Pops

Montana