First let me say, I DIDN'T TRY TO KILL JEANI LAST YEAR. She just thinks I did.
The electrical post survived last year's assault, all was well this year.
The manitau telescoping stackhandler was no where to be seen, we never got forked last year and we didn't get forked this year, all was well.
And since the white shirted man had done a runner, I'm sure he's alive and well today.
No worries.
This year I wondered if she was on a quest to get back at me for last year, though. I know, I know, she'll blame the cardboard box, but ... it was SHE driving. She's getting the Driving Award this year. Thankfully, it was only a golf cart. Mind you a golf cart for which I paid! I was the behind-the-scenes financial backer. She was momentarily a terrible backer -- 'cuz she about knocked me over at the knee! Think Nancy Kerrigan with Tonya Harding coming! ROFLMHO
And, I paid for my own demise, how ironic is THAT!
NAH.
I really wasn't scared, I only squealed a little.
It was the first day. We were at the Tri-State Gas Engine and Antique Tractor Show cruising the streets for city-wide yard sales. Well, we found 2 or 3 great ones! I tell you! We found one that filled a side yard with boxes and boxes of stuff like ceramic gold flat angels you hang on the wall. Or costume jewelry like a string of plastic white beads, or rhinestone necklaces. Or books with crinkled edges. And those wooden boxes that held a Bible. I got a child's swing on chains to hang from a tree. Nice.
Another one was a 10 cent sale. The seller just wanted the stuff gone! I got a wreath, a Care Bear, a big long string of curtain lights, and gobs more.
At this one sale, where I got sheets of stickers and children's book, was two rows of tables under a white canopy. There were empty cardboard boxes stacked at the corner of the first row of tables. Jeani very nicely parked there. We shopped.
We went to leave.
She was driving.
The co-host gentleman's talking.
I approached the right side of the golf cart from behind because of those boxes in front. And then ... and then .... SHE ABOUT KILLED ME!
Before I could take my seat, she hit the corner of the top cardboard box, nipped me, and I let out a eeek-squeek!
As she was backing up she realized I wasn't sitting beside her, I was doing an avoidance dance, and she giggled!
How dare she giggle!
"Give me those keys!"
* * * *
This time I got her.
We spied a sale that we'd been to last year when it was a walk through, a carport open at both ends. It had really nice stuff, rugs, tall ladder, big mirror, women's products, mens graphic shirts and lo, and behold, a hat! I needed a hat! It was a bright sunny day and besides Jeani ALWAYS wears a hat. I needed a hat. It was affordable.
By golly, twisting it this way and that and even stepping to the mirror to check it out, I surreptiously looked around at Jeani's hat, and thought, "It might be a twin."
Later she pointed out that hers had been formed, tweaked at each side, to bend upwards.
Well, we got to the table to pay, and we're telling the host couple our little funny stories, being cold wanting blankets that first night, etc. and I say thanks and paid for my hat.
Jeani comes up ..."I saw that hat."
"You may have seen it, but I bought it."
"It looks like mine."
"Well, it's not."
I said, "It just LOOKS like yours."
It had a green band and everything. Except for the butterfly she had attached to the side of hers.
Just for kicks and grins, I looked at the gentlemen taking money and pointed to my head looking out of the corner of my eye at Jeani.
"See this, 1 dollar." Holding up the newly purchased hat.
"See hers? 23 dollars. I win."
Immediately my inner devil warned --
"Run!"
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