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Published: April 12th 2016
It was a hefty jaunt but worth it. Our foursome boarded Sam's big buggy and traveled the tarmac to St.Peterburg. Here, we jumped out at the Wagon Wheel Flea Market. One side of it was called The Mustang and still might be. We used to go here fairly often when we camped years ago at Madeira Beach...remember that? Our immediate glance of this familiar shopping mecca was good, very good. Lots of outside dealers...more than we had seen here before. Sam was dancing with excitement. The weather was perfect. Up and down the rows we went. So much to see. We struggle not buying items that we would have in the past....remember we are getting out of the antique & collectible business. The pavilions are a mile long. Found a couple treasures here.
Back outside to "The Mustang" side. More junk and stuff piled high in the rows. Good prices if you are buying. The outer aisles are loaded with fruits, vegetables, fresh (?) fish (check their eyes) and stuff I have no idea what it is. Asian folks are selling these food items. If you know Chinese dishes, etc....you would probably be familiar with some of these twisted roots
Lulu amongst friends
New hair for Lulu ...cheap
and heaps of greenery. Cory avoids the long lines of plastic coolers that hold the dead fish packed in ice....smelly.
Our meeting place was at the covered entertainment gazebo in the center of this big place. A country singer was singing his heart out. The speakers were set on super high so I think you probably heard him. A few ladies danced away the day close to the stage. They won't make it on Dancing With the Stars but they had a good time. That's all that's counts. We finally called it quits at this fun flea market. We enjoyed ourselves.
Next on the agenda: FOOD. So what's new? Cory drove us a distance down the pike to a restaurant called Po'Folks. We have been here before and love it. Good Home Style Southern Cooking. It not disappoint. We even had the same waitress we had last year: Sue. She attended to our needs like a nurse in an ICU. Her smile reached from ear to ear. Another enjoyable moment.
Back home, we reminisced about what a fun day we had. We don't have to go anywhere to have a good time....just being together makes it happen.
That's why we enjoy your company. No matter where we are, we are so happy knowing you are with us.Our dwindling census at Tropical Palms brings those of us who remain into impromptu gatherings. That was last night. We shared laughs, snacks and drinks at our RV. Lulu was in her glory. Her boyfriend, Jeff, was here and gave her his devoted attention. She loves Jeff. He's her best boyfriend, remember? He comforted her knowing about her latest trauma. He is ready to really fix Lulu's other boyfriend who tried to dump her for another less worthy gal. He's on the look out for that two-timer. Lulu begs that he not suggest a duel.
Lulu received a recent chilling note from this tramp. She calls herself Vivian but she should be called "Venomous VIXEN!" Her pen scratching confirms everything we were thinking-and plus....she is truly a bad sort...bad, bad, bad. Lulu is willing to allow you to read this disgusting letter from this nauseating troll. Go ahead and read it, if you dare: "OK. It's time for me to speak up and have my say. I am Vivian, the "guilty" one that seems to be responsible for all of
the recent turmoil. Yes, I am guilty of perching seductively at the entrance of the salon while unsuspecting, alone men stroll by. Yes, I do my best to catch their attention, with a wild streak of red in my beautiful head of hair. Yes, I have slutty intentions...if I had a chest I would wear low cut, revealing blouses to show what would be a huge cleavage. If I had a torso I would wear skin tight blue jeans with holes in almost inappropriate places to catch the attention of every red-blooded heterosexual male that came into sight. If I could speak, I would whisper semi dirty words in their ear to render them utterly defenseless. And yes, I would have piercings and tattoos. I am the Miley Cyrus of Walmart, the Madonna of the mall, the Lindsey Lohan of Poinciana Blvd and I'm not ashamed. I am what I am, and I have no intentions of changing my ways. So....if you women out there can't handle that, then don't let your husbands/ boyfriends in here without you by their side, because I have the power to draw them in to me like the Veranda draws in blue-haired fossils on
bingo night. SO THERE! ". Now, decide for yourselves.....is this anyone you would want to share a cup of tea with? I don't think so.
Before our friends left, we suggested that they all use our bathroom. Not that nature was calling them but because of our new Glow-Bowl nightlight that lights up our toilet at night. It is motion activated and can change to 7 different colors. Take your pick. It's beautiful. We can also set it for a changing, rotation carousel of colors. Ooooo. Beautiful. Just like the lights at Niagara Falls. Sam & Sandy have one also. They love theirs, also. We compare notes on what color each one of us are using. You will want one, I just know it. Amazon sells them with free shipping...FYI. So long for now. May your commode glow with your favorite color every night. No stumbling around, no missing the bowl....what more can you ask for? Glow, Little Glow Bowl, Glow.
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