I took the girls last Thursday night and we drove to home to Wisconsin. Under a rain cloud that travelled nearly every single mile with us, actually. (Downpours, traffic jams, snow storms: read I miss my husband The Driver. ) Thankfully, rainbows kept popping up in front of us, good distractions when traveling with little girls and no DVD player. The silly fantasy that I might really be headed to a pot of gold, which is currently trading at $1622 a share on the stock market, was diminished when just LaCrosse was at the end of the rainbow.
The next day, my girls played with horses.
I was left with a few hours to myself.
What's a girl to do?
Right out of the gate, I found some scenery parked a few feet away
from one of my favorite haunt's front door.
Sadly, Keanu was not inside getting his antique fix on.
I did spot this.
If it weren't for the Coca Cola all over her face,
she'd be striking on some big white beach house wall. Maybe?
This would be good for rocking your babies in the beach house...
with the white glossy floors and potted fig leaf tree.
I love me some bark cloth.
But it always looks a bit too loved by its previous occupants.
If it weren't for the fact that I completely get squimish about the sport of boxing and didn't think Winona, Minnesota was sort of a creepy town, this would be cool.
The gal who wore this dress was friends with Laverne and Shirley? For reals?
POC: Pop of Color. Storage too, which would make it POCS!
Before Keanu, there was Carlos Imperato. And he was at the antique store, go figure!
Yes, get outta here, that's him below the "F", arms crossed.
I showed this picture to my mom, good Catholic.
"Isn't this strange? Why is there a woman under Mary's robe?!"
"Lifting her up, Jen."
Let's take another gander at Keanu, shall we?
Happy Monday.
