I don't know what it is. I forget everything when I'm at a rummage sale. And it's almost like I'm breathless waiting to find the next find. And woe be the person who buts in where I'm looking. I'm awful.

I sure do miss them in the winter. There's only 3-4 thrift stores in the area, so I have to satisfy my jones there when it's snowing.

It's a small-time habit in a small town. But I love this town. It's sorta like Maybury (sp?). There's actually a little town square, and they have a festival every year. I eat all kinds of food-on-a stick, and sit and watch the people walk by. It's way better than TV.

Winters are hard, because I can't do any of those fun things. So that's when I nest, I quess.