When everything in town closes by 9 pm, it’s sometimes a stretch to find things to do in a small town. Beall’s (the store where ugly shoes go to die) provided some of the best laughs on a Sunday afternoon. If only dad would have put one on with us, too.

(This is the best picture we could get with my cell phone before the manager showed up. I’m not sure what I was laughing harder at… Lauren’s modeling or my dad’s obvious disdain for our fashion show.)