Flea market Saturday

I think our morning at the flea market is best described in a photo essay:

BT babies!

Don't worry he had two eyes, the right one is just obscfurred.

Next stop: Garden Ridge.  The largest store I have ever seen.

Biker gnome.

Miles of maxis.

Are you there, Garden Ridge?  It's me, Julie.

Reminded me of this, but in Selma, TX.

Obviously after rummaging through all these treasures we were famished.  Enter Rudy's Barbeque: Delicious.

Lone Star, the national beer of Texas

                                                                   

  [gnawing sounds]