I posted about the Oscar Meyer Wienermobile changing its name a while back. In keeping with that trend of riveting blog topics?
I bring you this:
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Remember, you read it here first.
*Warning – colorful language ahead.*
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I’m not sure which made me chortle more…. the fact that there’s a training ground for Weinermobile operation or knowing there is actually vehicle called the Nutmobile.
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Wow.
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And with that disturbing mental image I bid you adieu.
I saw something in the antique store the other day that catapulted me back to my childhood. Ten years old, walking down to Browns 5&10 with my allowance in hand ready to buy the newest set of Wacky Packages.
They came in a small pack like baseball cards and included the same awful piece of gum. There was a check list as well because you had to be the first of your friends to collect them all.
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The cards had been around since the late 60’s, but when I bought them in the early 70’s the format had changed to stickers.
Our third and final antique store of the day was the one we set out for in the first place.
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Housed in an old refurbished mill in Waterville it was a wonderful place, full of charm and character.
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Check out that door!
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It was a bright and airy space with well organized dealers.
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I’ve been searching for an old wall phone exactly like this ever since we built the man cave/ Barn Mahal. This one was dirt cheap…. but the broken mouthpiece and missing crank handle were the reason why. 🥺
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My bunions hurt just looking at these shoes.
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A little bird whimsy for your viewing pleasure.
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Here’s the husband, checking out some vintage golf clubs.
And then?
I turned the corner. Which was a big mistake.
Huge.
Because it was there I found the horrors.
Brace yourself.
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Christ.
As if creepy old dolls don’t give me the heebie jeebies when they’re complete… I have to run into the eyeless, hollow headed, zombie babies from Hell.