Le Weekend

As mentioned in the video diary for this week (what do you mean you didn't watch it yet?! I thought you were a fan! I thought we had something special!)... we went to Alise's grandparents house in New Hampshire this weekend.

We were a little early getting to their town, owing to our need to leave the house and to be on the road before McDonalds finishes serving breakfast. Don't judge us. We realized that we had about an hour to kill, and remembering that a friend had been to a flea market in the area, we did a quick google search on my phone and found the location. Popping the address into the GPS (we are SO high-tech!) we found the place, paid $1 each to get in, and started to rummage.

I haven't really been to a flea market since I were a child in the United Kingdom where we usually call them 'car boot sales'. The cavities at the rear of a car where you can keep groceries, spare tires and small children is called a 'boot' in the UK. It was our language first, you Americans are the strange ones. Aside from the name, they are largely the same event. People sell either stolen, fake, or useless stuff at cheap prices to people looking to kill an hour or so before lunch with Grandma.

It was at the flea market that we ended up with a changing table, sold to us by an unshirted, tattoo covered, strange scar wearing middle aged gentleman who probably had as many identities as teeth. Possibly two. The flea market was a strange place, and I loved it there.

We will buy new where we think that new is necessary. We will though attempt to get as many things from flea markets as possible, and we will have a grand old time doing it.

P.S. In the video below, it does appear that Alise is around 7 months pregnant. She isn't. She was slouching a little, was a little bloated after eating, and was wearing a flowing dress.