Not real bears.....just lawn bears. We were at the flea market a few weeks ago and Hank is always on the lookout for something for our garden. He thinks it takes a lot of stuff to make the yard look interesting. What he calls interesting I'm realizing is mostly junk. Just my opinion. As we walked around the flea market he spotted these bears that are supposed to light up. I checked them over and discovered paint missing on the bears, on the tree trunk, on the base and well, just about anywhere you looked. I said I thought they were asking too much for them. Forty dollars for a garden ornament that had seen better days wasn't what I wanted to pay. He managed to get her down to thirty. We had no more cash on us so we went to get cash and he went back. I guess some other woman had her eye on it and was willing to pay the asking price and told Hank, as he looked at her hand on it as a means of saying I'm taking it, this is mine. The lady selling it advised her that it was Hank's. He was all smiles when he came back to the car. I touched up all the paint that was missing and it was almost as good as new. Everyone came away happy......except the lady that wanted to buy it. I must say that I am running out of things to take pictures of. My stories are mundane to say the least. If the sun would just cooperate, I might have some sparkling, interesting tale to relate. Here's hoping it will come soon. Maybe even this weekend. Until tomorrow I bid you good bye and happy tgif.
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