Sunday found us at the State Fairgrounds, avoiding the Home & Garden show but looking around a motorcycle swap meet. Don’t know what John thought he would find at this place, but whatever it was, was not here. However, I was highly amused by some of these patches above. One in particular jumps out at me for all the squirrel haters on this site. And please support your pole-dancing single moms. Luckily, I never had to stoop that low when it was me who was a single mom!
The crazy and dysfunctional veterans, however, have great patches. In fact, a few of these could apply to me. Just substitute “office worker” for veteran and I’d be spending the dollars for this patch.
I did try to tempt John into buying the Elvis leather jacket but he didn’t want to for some unknown reason. I just don’t understand him sometimes! ;)
Coolest thing at the show was this old motorcycle, not that I know anything about motorcycles but this one was obviously cool. And as you can imagine, I was severely over-dressed in my Levi’s and cute sweater. I need a vest. Gotta get me one. Leather with dysfunctional patches.
This helmet was actually being considered as a purchase. I told him it makes him look like a NATZ-ZEE (we’d just seen Inglorious Basterds, so the Brad Pitt pronunciation was used, of course). He didn’t purchase. And he really could have been named Adolphus. Long story for another time.
Now, for me, I was sorely tempted by the Barney Fife sign. Bloodhound of the Law. I love it. And re the muffler shop – we actually had one in town once upon a time and their slogan was really and truly this:
NO MUFF TOO TUFF
I wonder whatever happened to those guys?
Need an armadillo beer/wine holder? Here it is and a bargain for $35. I had never seen such a thing. I think this is definite Man Cave material.
Three blind mice on the patio. Blind because they have died an atrocious death at the paws of a certain kitty. I know at least one is a Lewis kill. So these two together might be Lewis carnage. But I think the bottom one is a Sally kill. Sterling? How can you kill mice when you are running around singing “doo dah dah dah doo doo dah”?