Today marked the grand opening of a new flea out my way (probably a 30 minute trip on back roads.) I'd been looking forward to this morning since November when the date was announced. My alarm was set. Flea market clothes were hanging over the back of a chair. I was ready to go. I even had visions of wonderful finds dancing in my head all night.
*Beep beep*, says mister alarm. I hop out of bed, stretch, open the shades.... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It's SNOWING outside. You've got to be kidding me. So, I call the flea, and the fellow there says that many of the vendors aren't even planning to bother today. Still, I am coated in the sticky tar of sadness. Guess next weekend will be busy, because I'm so going next Sunday, right after NECG. Dang it!