"OH EM GEE, LOUISE!!!"
Towanda slammed on brakes. There it was. The queen mother of all thrift stores. Our eyes lit up bigger than The Old Man's did the moment he eyed his major award.
We shopped 'til our buggies brimmed over. We shopped 'til I rolled over, ha, onto the floor in the notions department and couldn't get up. (Thelma is quite used to my occasional rollovers knowing I'm somewhat of a medical mystery. So, I didn't get upset when she belted out a belly laugh and continued shopping).
We left the store both grinnin' like a mule eatin' briars. We loaded up the Suburban with a shet-ton of goodies and me with a shoulder hematoma. "We did good, Louise." "We shonuff did, Thelma."
In keeping with our tradition of never having cooked while camping, other than the roasting of an occasional marshmallow, we stopped for some Applebee's grub then moseyed on back to the trailerhood. The Sisters would be hosting an open house for the Clinton downtown antique dealers in exchange for discounts to shop their stores. It was Bella's turn to grin with pride as she would not only be showing off her new shoes but her new bustiere as well.
|Note the form-fitting features of her new |
|Thelma and Bella both beaming with pride.|
|Treats for our guests.|
This was turning out to be one of my favorite Sisters on the Fly events ever. Small, carefree, and laid back... just like Bones, ha. Beautiful weather, great finds, a chance to show off Bella, and a campfire with some of the best Sistas a Sister could ever want. Oh, and then there was that mason jar of shine...
|KOA Clinton-Knoxville, TN|