Baby barns.
Totally not worth the trouble.
When last we left our intrepid deconstructor, he had finished the back side of the main building and was moving around to the side.
Please note that his loyal wife and help mate was not thrilled to see a large pile of dirt growing ever larger on her lawn.
Problem #1 this past weekend? The husband had so much junk, crap, useless rusted nonsense treasure stored in that section, he had no room to work.
Of course, he assured me it was all wonderful stuff.
I assured him it was not.
What? Why? How much….
I didn’t even want to know.
Yes…. that’s a filthy old door with a mail slot that weighs roughly 5,000 pounds.
No… I have no idea why he has it.
But if you need 2 rusted iron frames for your wooden wagon wheels? He’s your man.
Although on second thought, he never parts with anything… ever. So I guess you’re out of luck.
You might have noticed this jewel in the previous photo…
I think it’s an ancient torture device from the early 14th century.
I know it damn near broke my back dragging it across the lawn to the big barn where it will now gather more cobwebs.
It’s days like these that I have to keep telling myself…
I really do.
Because otherwise? I’d kill him…
And I don’t think they’d let me blog from prison.
Isn’t it nice that he is so handy though? My husband has a chequebook in his toolbox.
LikeLiked by 1 person
To be honest, I only let him do rough work outdoors. His finish carpentry skills are sorely lacking…
LikeLike
<—SAME PROBLEM….with car parts. Engines, trannys, bell housing. FULL SIZED CARS!! Try dragging THEM babies around…….
LikeLiked by 1 person
No thank you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
AW C’MON!! Help a girl out!
LikeLiked by 1 person
No.
Just…. no.
LikeLiked by 1 person
*sigh*
LikeLike
They let me blog from prison….. oh wait, I shouldn’t have said that.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good to know!
😉
LikeLike
*Huff!* Thems not wagon frames … thems wagon tires, and they got some mileage left on them in case the new one wear out … everyone knows that. Or should.
LikeLiked by 2 people
Whatever they are? I don’t want them….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well, when your wagon throws a tire, we’ll see how you feel about them THEN!
LikeLiked by 1 person
To be honest, I’d rather have the wagon….but don’t tell my husband!
LikeLiked by 1 person
They do let you blog from prison…..minimum security though….don’t ask, just believe me….
LikeLiked by 1 person
Alrighty then….
LikeLiked by 1 person
The old door is cool. Blogging from prison? Not cool. Mona 😂🤣😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
And what would I take pictures of? That’s a whole different kind of wildlife….
LikeLike
We’ve moved so many times that it kept my crap-quotient down to a manageable level…anything that was still in the box from the previous move was sent off to Goodwill. But we’ve been in this place 9 years now, and the garage is starting to fill up. I think there’s a 12-step program…
LikeLiked by 1 person
We moved twice in one year and sadly it all came with us. That shows you the depth of my husband’s obsession.
LikeLike
“Baby barns. Totally not worth the trouble.” Other wives would be happy that their husbands aren’t playing with real ‘babes’!!
PS Yes they have the Internet in prison–you may have to give the guard ‘something’ to use it but…….
LikeLiked by 1 person
At this point in his life… I’m as much ‘babe’ as he can handle!
LikeLike
All that stuff could be antiques! Perhaps even make you super-rich one day… appreciate in value type thing 🤭
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s his line. It’s only worth something if you’re willing to sell it… and he’s not!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yet… not willing yet 😂
LikeLiked by 1 person
2 rusted iron frames? That sounds like a dream come true!
LikeLiked by 1 person
For him, yes. For me? Not so much…
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s no torture device. That’s an old school flux capacitor. I think.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Of course!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Perfect gifs for this one.
One time when my husband was deployed, I was cleaning out the garage and came across some old car parts. I wasn’t sure why we had them, so I posted them and asked if anyone knew what they were and should I keep them. Several men said I should keep them, they could be sanded, blah-blah. One guy asked if he could come pick them up. I decided to keep them and then when I finally got to talk to The Mister, he said to give them to the guy who wanted them, so I did. It’s all beyond me, but maybe if you start posting them on social media, you’ll get some of it gone? 😛 Haha!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’ve thought about it. But he’d divorce me…
LikeLike