And you wonder why I drink.

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The husband was late coming home from breakfast with the boys the other day and it didn’t take me long to realize why.

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My husband’s favorite word is free. And a free table and chairs on the side of the road proved irresistible.

Was it a nice table and chairs in good condition? I think you know the answer to that….

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It was horrible. The table was covered in paint and stickers with an assortment of cracks and gouges.

The chairs? Eww.

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Stained beyond all hope of cleaning. But that didn’t deter the husband, no sir. He was going to fix everything and sell it.

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I couldn’t imagine who would want it, though the table was solid oak and expanded to 8 feet with the leaves.

He spent the next 3 days working on it and with a lot of elbow grease and nail polish remover, managed to clean the table top.

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At this point I felt he had suffered enough and introduced him to the wonders of Old English scratch cover oil.

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Not perfect, but a damned sight better.

To be continued….

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31 thoughts on “And you wonder why I drink.”

      1. If any of the stingy ass muffs around here ever left something that good out, I’d be grabbing it too. He’s not exactly batting 1000, so I do see your point. But hey, as long as he’s rehabbing throwaway furniture, you know he’s not selling meth behind a taco bell somewhere. 😉

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      2. He despises drugs and never touched them so no worries there. I’d be more worried he’s hanging around the back alley of an antique store trying to score a black market butter churn.

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