Wherein I pontificate about things that make me grind my teeth.
How Much for That Black Skull, No the One with the Flames
Just got home. Some friends and I rented a cabin up in the mountains for the weekend. We hiked. We hot-tubbed. We had a good time.
Saturday we went into the tiny town of Chimney Rock. Recently I lost an earring from my favorite pair, and shortly thereafter, one from my second favorite pair, so I was hoping that there would be some artsy-craftsy stores selling silver jewelry.
I didn’t find any, but I did find these items for sale.
[UPDATE: To be clear, these photos were taken in ninedifferentstores. Some of my friends thought this was one magical shit-store, but no. All the stores in Chimney Rock are shit-stores.]
just when you thought it was safe to go out of the cabin . . .
No pics of the hot tub?
prayer rhymes with every wayer. I like that.