Wednesday, February 17, 2010

H-E-A-R-S-E

The little brother and his forever girlfriend came to visit last weekend and we headed out on the town to make the rounds. Our first stop was the wonderful flea/antique/garage sale/junk market of fabulousity that sits right here in the middle of my little town. Not kidding. I heart this place and I always walk out with multiple treasures, but that's beside the point.

Anyway, we pulled up and parked next to this car.
Innocent enough, right? I'm sure people who drive hearses need to shop for treasures too.

But, do they have to do it without their teeth?

WTF?

By the way, my dear readers, it only took me about 10 minutes to figure out how to spell hearse.

2 comments:

annie said...

Ewwww...so glad you got a pic. That was SO weird!!

P.S. I love the term "forever girlfriend." It may well be that way forever since it doesn't seem like I'm going to be your sis-in-law anytime soon!

RN Mama said...

Um...omg. That is totally weird.

Hey, about the botox, can I ask where on your face you got it? And was it painful?

Oops, maybe I shouldn't say this on your blog! Your email address wasn't attached to your comment on my blog though:(