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Still wasting time waiting for the junk emporium antique store to open, we strolled the Four Corners section of Tiverton.

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It’s a lovely little area.

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Quaint…

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And charming.

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Naturally, my husband found a wagon.

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Which was outside a gourmet cheese shop.

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We were on our way home and I had a cooler in the back of the car with frozen ice packs.

Let the shopping begin.

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Inspired by Doris Duke’s pets?

Maybe, but I still passed.

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Hmm…

No.

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My treats….

Local cranberry blossom honey, French herbed cheese, Apricot dark chocolate..

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Yum.

Heading back to the crap shop antique store, we passed a gorgeous church.

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But even after wasting two hours waiting for that stupid place to open, it didn’t. And my husband left Rhode Island without the BB gun and sputtering about missed opportunities.

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The windmills are straight.

The telephone poles, not so much.

It was an uneventful trip home until we hit Boston traffic. That’s enough to ruin anyone’s day.

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And to make it worse? My husband took the wrong tunnel exit …

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So we spent an extra half hour trying to reroute.

As soon as we got home?

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He went out to his happy place while I unpacked.

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As you can see, I had help.

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It’s nice to be missed.

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❤️

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