Jillian has this entire week off, so we went to Maine for a little vacation. We love Maine.
We could never live their for permanent.
Partly because homogeneity makes me uncomfortable.
We did a little shopping while we were there. By shopping I mean looking. Shopping involves an exchange of currency. Of which we have none.
Here are some things we found:
I love antique shops. Sometimes the antiques give you an idea of the history of the people who live in a given area. Perhaps I was being a bit cryptic when I mentioned the "homogeneity" of Maine. Maybe this old Valentine will help.
It's difficult to read in this picture, but it says "When ah's far away in de Land O' Cotton Look at dis Valentine So ah won't be forgotton"
If you happened to come across such a thing in the crusty box of old cards in your great-grand-auntie's crawl space beneath her double wide, I suggest you burn it. Or shred it. I don't care. Just destroy the thing.
What you should not do, is waltz proudly into your nearest antique shop to see if you can fetch yourself a pretty penny for the most racist valentine ever printed.
This was just one of many of the blatantly racist artifacts we found that day. Less politically incorrect but just as terrifying was this:
Yes. Please. I would like a porcelain cat that has been frozen in the middle of its exorcism. Diva will love to play with it. As soon as I get him to stop hiding under the couch.
Our trip wasn't all racism and shopping misadventures.
It was also this:
That is obviously a Mardi Gras ice sculpture. We celebrated Mardi Gras pretty hardcore by eating as much junk food as we possibly could in a 24 hour span of time.
Of course we neglected to participate in anything related to Ash Wednesday the following day....
Isn't that what vacation is for? Cultural awkwardness and eating yourself into oblivion?