Oh, good grief.

 

Try as I might to avoid it, sometimes I have to go upstairs in our barn.

This usually forces me to emit a heavy sigh over the husband’s new acquisitions.

You know,  the ones he snuck in there without me noticing.

 

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While I was pleasantly surprised to see he’d done a little organizing (read – shoved everything to the sides) and the floor was visible this time….

 

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And also delighted to see a small section of crap had been put on a shelf.

A shelf!

 

 

(What? You don’t collect dusty old water stained cardboard boxes half full of rusty rivets and tacks…

Why ever not?)

A groan did escape me when I saw more bed frames….

 

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And old rusty pesticide sprayers…

 

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As well as whatever the hell this is in front of the vintage cabbage slicers.

 

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I’m thinking I should make him use that in the baby barn to level out the dirt floor.

You know, as penance for bringing the damn thing home in the first place.

 

 

I  wish I knew.

And if you’re thinking to yourself, geesh River, that didn’t look so bad…. let me point your eye downstairs where it looks like this:

 

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And this:

 

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And this:

 

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Enough said.

 

 

44 thoughts on “Oh, good grief.”

    1. That’s the indoor pile of lumber. We have a forest of it under the barn as well.
      And if you think it’s “not really all that bad”? Remind me not to spend the night at your house!
      😉

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    1. The barn isn’t visible from inside our house, so as long as I don’t see him pull into the alternate driveway? He’s safe to unload. And yes, I may hoard photos, but they don’t take up nearly as much room!!

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  1. You are a very, very, very patient and kind woman. 🙂 I can only imagine the horrifying residues still inside those antique pesticide sprayers. I would drive them out to a tire fire somewhere and toss them in and never look back!

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