Mystery Date part one

                                                                  
I've been meaning to blog about this for some time now. So now, it's time. I went on a mystery date, no Kristina not with David Hasselhoff so don't go gettin yer undies in a bunch. This date was with the husband. He planned a date and was being all mysterious about where we would be going.

He told me we needed to leave extra early, which for me is rough cause I don't do mornings, but in lieu of the mystery date and my curiosity, I was agreeable. I had a million questions regarding what I should wear. Did I need jeans, capris, long sleeves, short sleeves, sandals, tennis shoes?  I didn't get the answers I was looking for, only when I mentioned a bathing suit did his ears perk up and he said, "That would be nice!" Reading the sparkle in his eyes I knew a bathing suit was not in the plan. I dressed in layers and brought an extra change of clothes and pair of shoes just in case.

We drove for little over an hour until we reached location one. On the other side of the mountains from where we live there's this little town that hosts a yearly flea market. Hundreds of booths were set up and people come from all around to shop. I was so excited to see where we were. I've always heard of this place and the famous flea market but never stopped in.
                                                              

            These people were some serious shoppers but you can't really blame them, there was some neat stuff at that flea market.                                     
                     

   The husband found something neat and even shared his Kettle Corn. I'd be jealous but she's too tall for him. Besides, I'm kinda digging her red boots!

                              We kept looking at all the neat stuff. Gas mask anyone? It's the deal of the century half off the original price!

                In the event you are into collecting bears and axes, they had plenty.

       Got a bugs? No problem they have the answers and it's not pesticides.

           The husband saw this and said, "Hey it's my sign." I assured him it was for the motor.

                                           
 For a hundred bucks you could take home an 'antique' bike. Mere chump change. (cough)
By the time we looked at every booth and walked up and down the street and all around, my feet were killing me. I decided to change into a different pair of shoes.

                                         The mystery date was not over. The husband had more in store for me so he said if I was done with the flea market and ready to move on he would take me to location two.

                                            The mystery date continues.........