You know how Black Friday turns you into a frenzied, bargain-driven crazy person obsessed with buying all the things?
Canton, Texas is that, times three days. Plus fair-style food on sticks. Divided by 100 acres, 6,000 vendors and slow-moving pedestrians who totally don’t get your sense of OH MY LORD GET OUT OF MY WAY BEFORE SOMEONE GETS THE LAST $2 SHARD OF BROKEN STAINED GLASS FROM 1978 BECAUSE I WAS TOTALLY GOING TO MAKE A PINTEREST CRAFT OUT OF THAT urgency.
Mom, Aunt Linda and I set up the Taj MaHauler, Aunt Linda’s larger-than-life RV, in the sweet little BlueBird RV Park. Why they still let us stay there after we set off carbon monoxide alarms, refuse to wear pants to and from the shower facilities and our consistent breaking of important RV things during setup is beyond me. But that’s a story for another time.
And now, without further ado, the highlights reel.
Canton looks like this:
P.S. – When I got home my dear, sweet, loving husband very gently asked, “How much money did we spend on all this crap?”
I’d tell you how much I spent on all that crap, but I’d hate for him to find out on the internet and leave me so early into our marriage.