The sign said "Vintage Jew"

A-peep came up for a much-needed and highly-anticipated girls' weekend.  This blessed event was originally scheduled for last summer, when for one reason or another, it kept getting postponed and rescheduled.

Finally, we were like, enough is enough.  It's time for some retail therapy.  Which we take very seriously.

So she left her kiddos with the husband, and G beat feet leaving the house to go join him for the weekend, nerd supplies in hand.  The weather was buh--yew--dee--full on Saturday, absolutely perfect for walking around quaint little towns and, you know, buying things.

We went into one store that was full of vintage crap stuff and a large sign over a jewelry counter was obviously supposed to say 'Vintage Jewelry,' but most of the letters from the second word were missing and so it said, loud and proud, 'Vintage Jew.'  I yanked out my phone to take a picture, but the sales lady was jealously guarding that counter, so I skulked around for an ungodly amount of time (pun intended), but never had a window of opportunity.  It was a "TGIF, people!" in the making, but alas.

We spent the day shopping and eating, then eating and shopping.  Then eating and talking, eating and watching a movie.  As the night drew to a close (at the late hour of 10:30, let's be honest, people), A-peep stepped around her shopping bags to go upstairs to bed.  She looked at them lovingly and said, "Goodnight, my treasures."

Indeed.