Sunday, November 29, 2009
I often laugh over the stuff my wife finds "valuable". Inevitably, when she brings home something from one of her scavenging trips, I'll question why in the world she would want such a thing. Most of the time she really doesn't know what will become of the oddities she finds; she's just sure that they needed to come home with her. Usually, they find their way to my work bench....funny how that happens. She will let her junk, er, I mean...."treasures" sit around the garage taking up valuable space for months. A few days ago, I got frustrated and asked her about a strange object that had been monopolizing all the space in the garage. She told me she's "waiting for it to tell her what it wants to be." I told her that just this morning I heard it finally say it just wanted be garbage and live at the dump instead of my garage. She just sighed and said it could live on "her side of the garage" until she figured it out. After 22 years, a man knows when he's in a losing battle.
Posted by A well Loved Home at 4:06 PM
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