It's 5:00 Somewhere...

When we're on our beach vacation The Husband likes to visit the thrift shop on Chincoteague daily to see what treasures have appeared. This year he found an ENORMOUS clock - operated by a tiny battery powered motor on the back - and after a bit of indecision finally bought it. And then of course there was the problem of where the heck to put it in our way overly festooned house. There was no wall space available - so it is now hanging upstairs on the short part of the railing above the stairway.

And today it is obviously serving as an EB because I took exactly no photos until I went upstairs to take this one. Also? I have no idea what the deal is with that one photograph on the left. I swear it doesn't look that weird in *person.*