So on leg 10 of my 13 legs of driving and schlepping the kids around yesterday (is this boot camp for Back to School?), I passed a lovely bench on a trash pile. It looked like the one above, but without the artfully placed teacup and throw, natch.
Things working in my favor:
It was in the front yard of a house with an "Under Contract" sign on it.
The house was fancy-schmantzy, indicating the people probably bought nice stuff.
Moving causes a desperate need to unload treasures.
Thing working against me:
Things working in my favor:
It was in the front yard of a house with an "Under Contract" sign on it.
The house was fancy-schmantzy, indicating the people probably bought nice stuff.
Moving causes a desperate need to unload treasures.
Thing working against me:
Very full bladder. Like seriously, intensely full.
I decided to rush home to avoid losing bladder control in my hometown while dumpster diving. When I returned with my helpful son in tow, the bench was gone.
Waaahh.
I decided to rush home to avoid losing bladder control in my hometown while dumpster diving. When I returned with my helpful son in tow, the bench was gone.
Waaahh.
What about you? What's the one that got away?
