The Glamorous Life

So, like I told you in previous blogs we experienced our first “craft fair” situation last weekend. I don’t think we’ll really end up on the craft circuit – we were clearly rookies in this group of handy housewives. Mid-morning we got wind that there was a “vendors lounge” full of refreshments, treats and other obviously really VIP stuff. I told the group I’d go check it out and bring back some exclusive goodies. Let me set the scene: This craft show was being held in a middle school that had seen better years. The “lounge” was actually a rundown old teacher’s room – you know the ones that always had some random orange chair and plaid couch in it. It looked like the sort of place teachers would go in 1965 to rip Benson and Hedges into weird ashtrays. I walk in – and thankfully I’m the only one there. I see a random assortment of packaged convenience store baked goods tossed on a round table and a Styrofoam cooler of non-brand name water. I grab one and just as I’m about to take a sip - the door SLAMS open. In stumbles the Easter Bunny – no really. And he was a Westgate Mall 1987 style Easter Bunny.  So, the Easter bunny careens through the door, trips over a recycle bin and does a face plant on the nasty carpet. His head falls off and reveals a super embarrassed middle school boy; I nearly started choking on my Enterman’s mini muffin.