of frogs, wobble cats, and angel feathers

My Mom and sister came down to visit for the weekend. It's the first time I've seen them both at the same time in over six months!

I have to say that I enjoy having them both here at the same time much more than when they visit by themselves. My mom and sister both drive me crazy but having them both here for the weekend eased the awkwardness and it felt a lot like the fun times we all used to have at our weekly family dinners.

We did lunch and shopping in Port Perry and my mom, who was just dying to see the place, was in heaven.

In one of the antique stores, we found a display of porcelain frogs that just made us laugh. They were 3 for $7.50 so, of course, we had to buy them. I mean where else can you get 3 frogs for $7.50, right?

They also had porcelain wobble animals too. They're sort of like a bobble head but the whole body wobbles on them. I especially loved this orange striped cat with a computer mouse hanging out of it's mouth and these big bug eyes so we bought that too. It seems all the elephants in my house are going to have to make room for 3 silly frogs and a wobble cat!

Next we headed into a store whose sole purpose was to sell angels and fairies. Just like I have a thing for elephants, my mom has a thing for angels so this store was like heroin for her.

The best part about the angel store wasn't my mom jonesin' to buy every single angel in the joint...it was my grumpy-ass husband.

The lady who runs the store was walking around handing out these little white, downy feathers and telling people that they were angel feathers. Corny, I know, but it was still a sweet thing to do.

I mean who doesn't want to play with a white downy feather???

It's not like the feather was going to somehow infect the person with the 10 commandments and a warm, happy, goodwill towards men or anything.

Well, she gets to my husband who immediately launches into how he doesn't believe in all this angel stuff and how it's all too religious for him.

You should have seen the look on the poor woman's face.

It was a combination of abject disappointment that she'd somehow found a lost soul, and utter surprise that she must have somehow opened a portal to hell because why else would one of Satan's spawn be in her store.

I can just see this woman on her deathbed muttering, "if only he'd taken the feather..."

Anyhow, it was a good weekend with 3 frogs and a wobble cat named Chester to show for it.

And one angel feather.

It's mine and he can't have it.