Whew! What a relief. Never mind that Todd & Lisa have been calling us Herb and Fern for years. No one else got it.
So that leads up to my adventure in Texas last Saturday. I love my GPS, but it may be time to update the maps. All I wanted to do was find a good Flea Market. Is that too difficult? Apparently so. After driving all over Houston, through traffic, construction, tolls, residential neighborhoods and constant "re-calculating" I finally arrived at a huge Flea Market with a mile-long waiting line to enter the parking lot. And of course, once in the parking lot, I somehow got into the wrong lane and found myself EXITING. So, after paying $3.50 in tolls, $1.00 to park and no telling how much in gas. I left. Thus, Neal's new nickname for me--U-Turn Fern.
Sunday it rained. So what do you do in the Bayou City when it rains? You go to a Cajun Fest.
Where you eat 2 pounds of crawfish.
and where one of your awesome friends from Baton Rouge is playing keyboard in the band...
...at Traders Village. Did ya get that? Traders Village--the largest Flea Market in the Houston metroplex.