Grit in the Gears

I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes. I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over. I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong. And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions. I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely. It's what we do.

Thursday 10 May 2012

Graffitti, Austin Tx.

A Vajazzler's Emporium. (A Vajazzlery?)

Free Sniffing?

Connie's Bath Shack!

If ever y'all need a rubber duck, then I have just the place for you!

The Red Dirt Girl and I visited Old Town, Spring, Texas, which is about 30 minutes north of downtown Houston, and we just happened to coincide with some sort of festival or whatever, the town was full of people, roads barred to vehicles, so it was all about leisurely strolling and browsing the many shops.

One of which was Connie's Bath Shack.
I never knew you could get rubber ducks in so many forms.

Astronaut ducks! Well, Houston, we have a problem, "Quaaaack!".

The mind boggles.