Work It Like a Rawk Star, Baby!: Who's Sorry Now

Today, Daryl woke Michelle and I up early and took us to the Canningvale flea markets. I think he felt bad after he found out that he was the catalyst for yesterday's argument. Well, at least he knows how to earn back those brownie points.

The markets are pretty interesting, and they sell everything a good flea market should - from plants, to clothes, to old records and videos, to crap that people wanna try and make a dollar off before they have to throw it out. There are also animals, like this salamander larva:

Ugly, cheesy women's blouses:

Ridiculously huge watermelons:

Of course, kids can also get their faces painted just so their parents can spend a little more:

Daryl spotted these amazing relics and dragged me over to look at them. I got so excited, I think I actually ignored the fact that the lady was offering to read my palm. And yes, this crazy-old Macintosh Apple IIe still works!

We soon ended our trip through the markets and decided to head off. Here is Daryl and me with our purchases; a rug and rosemary and lavender plants:

Instead of going home, Daryl suggested that we drive down to Mandurah since it was still so early in the day. I wasn't about to refuse a road trip so off we went! Here we are in his '81 Prelude:

And as usual, I get to be cramped up in the back:

We reached Mandurah and to my delight, there were those old trees that I used to climb as a child. So as I risked scraping the skin off my legs, I climbed the tree in the most inappropriate garb I could have worn for it; a skirt, rubber Havaiianas and a white blazer: