... there was a little girl named Sandra. Her parents drug her to every antique store and flea market within a 100 mile radius of Glasgow, Ky. where she grew up. Sandra vowed and I quote, "I will NEVER have an antique in my home!" Oh well, some odd years later and many apologies to my husband of 25 years, and I am sure you know how the story ends....I love you John T. for not leaving when I changed my mind.
Not real sure if you can call them antiques, around here it is just known as Moms Junk! Hope y'alls day is wonderful. Here in Bama we have a nip in the air, a sweet blessing from above. Don't ya just love fall? ;)