notes from
the MUCK . . .

How does your garden grow? With muck, muck and more muck! I spent much of today finishing the final muck box and then shifting muck from one box to the next. The first box, which the Big Lad is enthusiastically pointing out, has been rotting down for two years now and once we’d removed the top quarter of unrotted material, we found we’d hit the pay dirt.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

Market of Fleas

I drove home this weekend to sell some of my junk at the local flea market. My parents' garage has housed hundreds of my videos, books, records, and laser discs for years. I like the stuff. I really do. But I have no room for it and I needed a little extra money.

Well, the trip was a success. I made some dough and unloaded a few of my less prized positions. I also had a lot of fun people watching. It's one of the bigger flea markets in Georgia, so you can imagine the opportunities. Lets just say that it's the rare kind of place where people outnumber teeth.

My favorite t-shirt of the day? Picture an overweight, middle-aged woman with leathery skin and a bad perm wearing a giant teal shirt. Now imagine on that shirt there are the following words, hot printed in bright bubbly fonts of goodness:

I'M TOO SEXY FOR MY HAIR,
THAT'S HOW COME IT ISN'T THERE!!

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