Just a quick blog – some of you might remember Larry from one of my previous blog posts (if not, go here). Well, that was some time ago and I’ve been in that flea market several times since then, but Larry was nowhere to be found. I’ve often wondered what happened to Larry, hoping that if someone bought him that they were taking good care of him and not condemning him for his perverted antics, which he cannot help.

Anyway, I bought a new desk last weekend and had to drive around to the back of the flea market to have them load it up for me (into my mom’s truck, which I nearly knocked off the side mirror on my way to pick up the desk). As I was walking through the dark and dusty back-of-the-warehouse where all the layaway and other random stuff is kept, I SAW LARRY! He was thrown onto a rickety chair and there was a pile of granny clothes tossed on top of him.

POOR LARRY!

I didn’t have my camera with me, but next time I’ll have it and I’ll get a shot.

A side note: The weather is getting nicer! Come on spring!

Ok, off to work I go….

Ummm, yeah. This is Larry. He’s a lonely mannequin I met in a flea market yesterday (if you’re wondering, yes it’s true, there is jack shit to do where I live, so flea markets seem to be the highlight of my weekends). I won’t tell you the things he said to me. How embarrassing!

I’m curious.  Has anyone ever actually seen a mannequin with a facial expression like that? It’s a first for me. :-|

On a different note, I officially started submitting my first novel, Hallowed, to agents today. So, I now have two novels going through the hellish pre-agent process–double the stress, migraines and suicidal thoughts. It’s a bitch, but that’s OK. I truly expected it to be.  The good news is that I have, in fact, sparked interest in my quest. Not getting any hopes up yet though. I’m the type of person that opens the champagne long after everyone else at the party is already drunk.