Oh My George

George had to work on Saturday, and he didn't want to go home and then to the airport after work. Instead, he stopped at the Antique Mall on Hwy 96. He said he went to get a "wooden tool" he'd noticed early in the week. Only after we got home did I realize he was referring to a "tool for wood" rather than a "wooden tool" which was quite a shock to my mental image.

In any case, the point of this story is that George was very sweet and purchased some postcards for me there. Of course, George doesn't want to get a reputation for being sweet, so he said he tried to find the "creepiest" ones they had!