A rare weekend day when Chris and I managed to not only both get up early, but also both get out of the house on time? Unprecedented. But we were determined! Several Sundays ago he didn't have to be into work until later in the afternoon, so we hustled and got ourselves up and out and on our way to the Golden Nugget flea market to browse around. I can't remember the last time we had time to go to a flea market. And a real one at that. Not a vintage/antique fair disguised as a flea market (not knocking them, but sometimes you really just want to dig through some crap... er, treasures). It used to be a ritual of ours back in Massachusetts, almost every Sunday we'd go with a group and then go out for breakfast or to the beach, and ever since moving away we've been on the hunt for the perfect flea market (we found one in Pittsburgh... about a week before we moved). I didn't come home with much on this day, a pin and a pair of earrings, but that wasn't really the point.