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Never let it be said my husband doesn’t keep life interesting.

The other day was picture perfect. Clear skies, bright sunshine and fabulously moderate temperatures in the low 70’s. The kind of day that lends itself to outdoor adventures.

So when my spouse told me to get dressed because we were taking a ride up the coast, I was thrilled.

But I should have known better.

Oh, we drove up the coast…

But not to a scenic coastal village.

No…

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My husband took me to the dump.

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But not just any dump.. the huge, drive your truck in and throw absolutely anything under the sun away dump… which for him consisted of the old front porch he’d just torn down.

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Lucky me.

The place recently implemented a hard hat rule so I had to stay in the truck and missed being narrowly hit by flying trash.

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As you’re dumping, they’re pushing the refuse back with bulldozers … which can get a little hairy.

And oh…

Did I mention the smell?

Let’s just say it wasn’t the beach rose and crisp ocean air I was expecting.

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