Cheap Thrills

The week started with me looking at the sticker on the windshield and realizing that it said 6—and the month was now definitely 7. Crap. I tried three inspection stations with no luck (1: machine on the fritz, 2: on vacation, 3: full up) before realizing I probably wouldn't pass anyway--there was that pesky "position bulb failure" message I'd been ignoring for, oh, about 5 months. 2 full days and $860 later (new brakes? bye, bye, stimulus check!), I'm finally legal again.

It's amazing how one little thing—that stupid sticker—can lead to a crescendo of crapola.


.....and then I remembered today's tag sales. Thank god for cheap thrills. I came away with tons of vintage costume chains, some antique skeleton keys, and a lovely antique milk jug.


Now I just have to decide if I'm going to use it all for parts or keep some for me.