My mom has OVD. Obsessive Vintage Disorder. She can't stop picking up oldies but goodies for me at the flea markets wherever she roams. Earlier this month, she scored this soda tray for just a few bucks. I'd been eyeballing them, but every tag I ran into hit over and above the $20 mark. Ugh. So I am tickled to have a tray that is laden with funky appetizer dips and dunks in my collection now. Does that whet your appetite for a game of bridge with the girls or what? Thanks, mom!
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[original humor & original art by my friend dally]