When you’re doing a lot of stuffing?
You need a lot of stuff.
Truck loads full of stuff.
Stuff that needs to be dragged across the porch….
Through the little door… (because the big doors are temporarily blocked)
Stuff that has to be carefully maneuvered past all the other indoor stuff….
And stored amongst useless piles of other stuff.
(Yes, that’s a giant metal chicken. It was a gift I can’t seem …or want… to find a place for.)
Once the stuff was in the building, stuffing resumed.
Although there was a bit too much stuff in the way.
So stuff was moved from here..
To here….
But then that stuff was in the way of the temporarily blocked doors and it’s stereo.
Stuff blocking the power button?
No problem.
A pool cue reaches over the massive pile of stuff.
Feel free to roll your eyes.
Why why why…😳
Ok. So the truck is already backed up to the little door. Dump the boxes in it and haul it to…someplace else. (The dump?)
I can’t even…😂😭
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He’s very attached to his stuff.
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Is it good stuff? Will you use it?
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The husband’s stuff?
No.
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A giant metal chicken is the one thing missing from my life. If only you weren’t on another continent…
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It could be on yours if you play your cards right..
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Only one thing can fix all this… A dump truck.
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And my husband out of town for a month so I can fill it, yes.
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Mwahahah 😈
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Mwahahah 😈 you can do it!
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The only time I ever really got away with that was when we moved. Husband came ahead for the job and I had to pack up our belongings.
Is it my fault some were misplaced…? No.
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Bet he never made that mistake again.
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The funny thing is… he never even noticed!
🤣
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😆
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I just had to laugh. The pool cue is perfect. It’s coming full circle.
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I keep trying to see the humor in it.
It’s a little harder from this side…
🙄
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River’s mind in the corner pocket 🙂
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Or a pool cue (accidentally) broken over my husband’s head.
Whichever.
😉
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These photos remind me of my father who liked his stuff, too. He’d admire and congratulate your husband on finding and keeping this stuff. Gentlemen who hoard are a gang unto their own. 🙄
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The horrible thing is, he wasn’t like this when I married him. Quite the opposite actually… very few possessions and obsessive about keeping things neat. What happened!
😳
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Good question. My dad was always like he was, but your husband must be a different story indeed. 🤔
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I blame his mother and uncle. They came to visit us (and our uncluttered house) back in the 90’s down south and all they wanted to do was flea market and antique shop.
They infected my husband… and he’s still sick.
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That’s fascinating. We all have hobbies, I guess.
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I shouldn’t complain…. he doesn’t cheat, gamble, or hunt. But if I didn’t complain, what would I have to blog about?
😉
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Somewhere down at the bottom of that pile stuff fossils are forming.
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Which is the only thing that keeps me from killing him…. yes.
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So other than your sheer dismay at that crap, sorry stuff being moved around, I’ve thus far seen a huge metal chicken, a bag of Lush cosmetics and a wooden….tree or whatever that thing is. The hubs is bound and determined to have his crap filled man cave…..yes, ginormous eye roll going on here….🙄
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We… or more accurately I… have been planning a yard sale for years. My small stash was under the stairs waiting, because the husband said he would add to it with some of his things. Now, they’ve been blended in with all his crap from all the constant moving.
But to clarify – the Lush bag is empty and was being saved to let yard sale customers fill it.
The giant chicken was a gift I didn’t want, and hell… it isn’t going to fit in my closet.
The driftwood tree was made by a friend who was going to throw it out. And we all know my husband won’t stand for that.
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Wait….what? River, from Casa River who loves, adores and worships chickens doesn’t want that giant metal chicken!?! What’s going on here!? You didn’t want a metal chicken for your…..garden, yard or wherever one would put a giant metal chicken? 🐔
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We have real chickens as watchdogs in our area. It is like trendy. Windmills instead of giant metal chickens. Roosters are Ybor City’s calling card.
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I’ve longed for real chickens…. but alas, the husband says no.
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Chickens, roosters, people declaring their little area “agricultural” is definitely a thing in Florida.
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Here as well, though we’re rural enough for it not to be odd.
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No.
I do not.
Yard art is not my thing…
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I think the wood thing would fit in our garden but we live too far away, so you better keep it this time.
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We had it set up on the barn porch at Xmas but it kept blowing over.
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Very interesting piece.
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We have a friend who’s very crafty. Every year she concocts a weird Xmas tree…. this was a leftover as she never repeats.
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I used your format with my blog today to comment on stuff the husband and I do. Kind of cool to do. Now I feel like one of the in kids but no pics or paparazzi please.
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Does this mean I’m a trend setter?
How strange…
😉
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You have a good format! Easy to read, digest and laugh.
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That’s the aim.
Since I never have anything important to say, short and sweet is best.
😉
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Lil bit of eye-rolling, more bug eyes. Moving stuff is not my cup of tea 😉
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Especially when it doesn’t stay where you moved it for long.
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Come on, give the ‘old man’ credit for problem solving (even if he did cause the problem in the first place!)
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I’m making him famous. What more could he want?
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Eye rolling, head shaking, tut-tutting…
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Welcome to my world..
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Put that giant metal chicken outside to scare the squirrels!
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With my luck they’d build a nest in it.
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(Yes, that’s a giant metal chicken. It was a gift I can’t seem …or want… to find a place for.) <—-I know where it can go!!! Seriously!!!
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I noticed that the clock on the wall below the pool cue-reachable stereo is somewhat blocked by “stuff”. Which means someone is trying to keep you from realizing just how long you’ve been trapped in the barn. Hubby is trying to gaslight you! Run! Or maybe not. Because it’s hot. And running sucks…
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It’s the big barn. Everything is blocked by stuff. But… run.
Have we met?
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I will be looking to see y’all on an episode of “Pickers” soon. 🤣
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If that’s where people turn in their hoarding relatives, sign me up.
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It’s a show where two guys travel around the country in a van and buy people’s stuff they’ve hoarded.
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Oh, please. Give them our address!
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Hahahaha!
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