The Antique Store

Meet Jordanne.

Although she is super busy and important, she made the trek all the way to small town Nebraska to see us.

We love Jordanne.

Sometimes we call her JB.

And sometimes we call her JO-BO.

And sometimes we call her Queen JEE-OHH-DIN.

I'm not sure why.

While she was here, we went to this cool Antique Store downtown.  It's one of those stores that goes on and on and on.  I've been before, but never have I noticed the crazy amount of random salt and pepper shakers they have.

Is that a Nebraska thing?

Here's how I rate the following:

Old People Faces = Ugliest

(and those creepy babies in the background certainly don't help)

Indians = Most Historical

Camel = Funniest

Severed Feet = Without A Doubt The Absolute Grossest Thing I Have Ever Seen And I Think I Might Gag At The Thought Of Putting This Anywhere Near A Place Where Food Is Being Consumed

 Toilets = 2nd Grossest

Cow = Cheesiest

Sweepers = Most Random

Cat and Dog = Most Vintage

Kids With Snowballs On Their Laps/Pregnant Leprechauns = Most "What Is That Supposed To Be?"

Fish = Best Display of Big Lips

Giraffes = Tie between Most Childlike and Most Over-sized

(those things could hold a ton of salt and pepper)



Lemons and Juicers = Jordanne's Favorite

Happy Dancing Roosters = My Favorite

We actually almost got locked in the Antique Store.  They started turning the lights off on us because they didn't realize we were in the basement.  It was extra creepy because they had all of those antique dolls down around and I'm pretty sure their eyes started blinking on their own, so we were outta there!  By the time we made it upstairs, all the lights were turned off and the doors were locked in such a way that you had to have a key to get out.  This one girl came out and we tried to explain to her what happened, but she looked at us like we had six heads and was probably thinking, "What are those girls doing here?  Can't they see we're closed?" And we were thinking, "Hello, we were already IN here and we just want to get OUT!"  Which is what we eventually did, after the 5 minute long stare down/explanation we had with the employee.

Same thing almost happened at JC Penny's the following day.

It was a full weekend.

Then Jordanne went back to her "normal" life in the city. A life that doesn't include salt and pepper shakers shaped like toilets.  Thanks again for coming, JB!