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After showering off the sand from our beach walk and spraying my second hairdo of the day in place, I planned on spending the day at the resort since no one in their right mind goes out during a bad storm.
No one but my husband who refuses to waste a vacation day that is.
Here’s a little glimpse of the neighborhood right beyond our door. In the rain…
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As we headed over the bridge from Edisto, the sky did not look promising.
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But my husband was determined in his quest.
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Antiquing for my man is like the U.S. postal service…. Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat, nor gloom of night will keep him from shopping for crap.
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I told him he could only buy what would fit in his suitcase. Thankfully this did not.
As usual I saw some ridiculous things…
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Fur trimmed sleigh?
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Ah, the vomit clock.
A time honored treasure.
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Its little demon hand beckoned…
But I ran for my life.
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The husband has a weird obsession with vintage wooden advertising yard sticks and was bound and determined to come home with these… even though I assured him they wouldn’t fit in his bag.
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Southern self help book.
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7 sticks of butter? This makes a wonderful last meal before your arteries snap shut and your heart gives out.
We wandered around the store until the storm got bad enough that the owner wanted to close. Husband bought his yardsticks and a few other small items including this….
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No, he doesn’t cook. But it definitely qualified as quirky.
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In particular this recipe – which was so wrong, it was right.
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My only purchase requires a bit of explanation.
Last Christmas our state lottery ran a commercial about the joys of regifting. (Don’t roll your eyes, we’ve all done it.) The ad was a huge hit… funny and heartwarming and everyone loved it.
Take a look.
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So when I turned the final corner of the store and saw this sitting on a shelf?
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I knew it was $8 well spent and couldn’t wait to see my girlfriend’s face when she opened her gift.
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Store closing around us and bad weather moving in, my husband wanted to go out to lunch. Not surprisingly everything was closed because, ya know… mini hurricane.
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Lunch was at Hardees. And I use the word lunch loosely because whatever that sandwich was it didn’t resemble food as I know it. 🤢
When I finally dragged the other half back to the resort, the pelicans were turned to the wind ready to ride out the storm.
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It’s hard to tell, but the wind was really howling. Watch the palm tree in between the buildings on the upper left.
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The afternoon and evening of Vacation Day 4 was spent playing gin rummy (with a deck that had all 4 jacks)…
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And eating a box of this…
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Which I’d never seen before… but heartily enjoyed. Beer + cheese + pasta = happiness.
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Winds were 65 mph.
It was a long noisy night….
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River's world..... 
I’ll never understand what the alert of the vomit clock was for. It literally makes me want to vomit.
Girl! You should go buy a lottery ticket after finding that freaking owl… What are the chances? I love it. I mean I don’t love the owl, but I love that you found the owl from the ad.
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Allure, not alert.
And honestly, I have no words for the banana pineapple concoction.
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It left me speechless as well.
Imagine being served that?
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Best. Birthday. Present. She’ll die laughing…
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That regift owl is cute
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And famous up here. Can’t believe I found one.
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And i have to make that banana salad, at least you survived the mini hurricane
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Please post your dinner guest’s reactions when you serve it…
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Hate to admit it, but I’m kinda with your husband on this one. I’d hate to waste a vacation day stuck in the room (though the beer + cheese + pasta does take the sting away).
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That man will drive in the worst storms imaginable.
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Did the cookbook mention that mosquitoes love the smell of well-digested bananas. The more bananas you eat, the more little flying friends you will attract.
But please don’t kill them, mosquities are people too. They’re just trying to survive.
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It did not. But that’s good to know. I have a banana a day in my morning smoothie… no wonder they love me.
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I’m going to pass that along to Cathy. She has a (Wyman’s) blueberry and banana smoothie every morning too and the skeeters seem to like her a lot. I doubt her smoothie habit will change, but I’m just here to pass along the info.
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Mine has blueberries as well.
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That, and the colour yellow. Living in the bush you learn to avoid both attractions.
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Bananas contain potassium. Why a recipe was required for that bizarre salad I do not know. I actually like the owl…
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I do too, he’s sweet.
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So much to say here. First, so interesting to see those houses. I’ve never seen them like that with what looks like car port tunnels. Must be for flooding? Second, I was thinking that clock looks like it’s encased in an internal organ, but vomit works, too. Third, I like that commercial and I LOVE that you found the exact same owl. Your friend is going to FREAK. OUT. And finally, that storm makes me think of Forrest Gump’s description: big ol’ FAT rain.
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