I forgot to add that she just about died when I made her stop at the Dollar General and buy flip flops so she wouldn't transmit disease back to our farm after leaving the flea market. She said, "well what are YOU gonna do with your shoes?", and I told her that I had sense enough to wear Crocs that automatically get tossed in a bucket of bleach as soon as I get on the porch. She walked off mumbling something inder her breath.