I just choked on my own spit.
Oh good God. Hoop just called to inform me that he finally found my Christmas present.... at the flea market. He was so excited too. I didn't know whether to be scared or just keep laughing. Maybe I need to color this picture in a little for you guys.
Some flea markets look like this:
Aw, look at that cute couple prancing along in umbrella paradise.
Ours more closely resembles this:
Ok, maybe I'm exaggerating a little bit. But the tenants actually have to build their own walls! That's no lie my friends.
It's a damn good thing I love the man.