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Thursday, July 5, 2012

Florida? In July? Why?

Yes, it's hot. And yes, it's humid.

Guess what? It's hot and humid in T-dot, too. The difference is, that in Toronto, I just can't bring myself to hang out in my bathrobe until 11:30 and watch bizarro shows on T.V. that I didn't even know existed, such as Miss Matched and 10 Things I Love (more about those later) without feeling like a guilty, lazy, time-wasting sloth.

But in Florida, I'm on vacation. Not guilty. Not lazy. Not time-wasting. Just a sloth on vacation. Like being at a cottage except with less mosquitoes, less spiders, less sweeping, and less traffic. Just me and my hubby doing stuff like this:

The World's Weirdest Garage Sale.
Items included a giant horse (seen in the background), someone's notes from Law School,
and half a box of brown sugar.
But I did manage to find...


A set of silver butter knives, a retro fridge magnet, Tropicana Hotel Key Chain & 1992 US Olympic Pin (Len's finds),
a Kate Spade pencil case (its real if you think its real), an awesome cookbook from the '70's,
and a Chanukkiah (like a menorah, but not).
All for 12 bucks.

After the garage sale, we headed to Delray Beach, where we:
Got some free lemonade that they were handing out on main street.
And not that cheap powdered crap.
This was the good stuff.

Ate a cheeseburger, onion rings, and a Chicago-style hotdog.
Chicago dog:  An all-beef hot dog on a poppy seed bun piled high with mustard, sweet pickle relish, onion, tomato, a dill pickle spear, sport peppers, and a dash of celery salt. 




Bought a cool, one-of-a-kind purse made from vintage materials.
And it was half off $35.



Finally, helped raise a 6 STORY flag over main street.

We ended the day watching the wickedest 4th of July fireworks show in downtown West Palm Beach.

And that's just one day.

That is why I go to Floriday in July.

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