tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post111843053466958252..comments2023-09-05T05:56:07.500-05:00Comments on St. Casserole: St. Casserolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14046979001194772038noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1118516319996116072005-06-11T13:58:00.000-05:002005-06-11T13:58:00.000-05:00I love garage sales, junking, flea markets and lit...I love garage sales, junking, flea markets and little antique shops in sleepy little towns. The love must be genetic b/c both of the kids like it too. My little one just blew all her savings on a 3 fox fur collar where one fox is biting the next foxes tail. She wants to wear it to church... I think I'll get her a nice pillbox hat to go with it. She'll match our pew of LOL (little old ladies.)Theresa Colemanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12134175277230355640noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1118441200742807992005-06-10T17:06:00.000-05:002005-06-10T17:06:00.000-05:00One day I announced to my kids, "We're going to th...One day I announced to my kids, "We're going to the Neighborhood House Rummage Sale." They lept for joy and raced to get their piggy banks. At least I'm getting some of these parenting things right . . .Karen Sapiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01952041607368514856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8646018.post-1118433289101574242005-06-10T14:54:00.000-05:002005-06-10T14:54:00.000-05:00Ooohhh, fun! I wanna go junkin' with you. We tol...Ooohhh, fun! I wanna go junkin' with you. We told my stepdaughter, when she was little, that they weren't garage sales, they were treasure hunts. Took her years to figure it out for sure.spookyrachhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11652180845736295060noreply@blogger.com