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Somewhere …. pigs are flying. I know this because I went out to the big barn and saw something I never thought I’d see.
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My husband sorting through and …. are you sitting down?… actually throwing things out!
It’s true. And I might have wept with joy. (After an orgasm. Or two. )
Not only did he throw things out….
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He chopped some up and cut them into little pieces.
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Okay he did it with a saw that was on the floor because the tables were covered in crap… but still!
The old rotten shelf with the 40 degree lean that was filled with useless stuff? Gone!
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Whatever this was?
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It and all it’s relatives… gone!
I couldn’t figure out why this was happening, but it’s like extended happy hour at your favorite bar…. you don’t ask why. You just drink till you pass out.
And then I noticed where all of these things were going.
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In piles alongside the deck.
One minute there was a rusty folding camp bed and broken sewing machine table…. the next minute? They were gone.
I assumed the husband was loading up his truck for a dump run, but no.
It turns out the man who we hired to paint our barn wanted it.
All of it.
And was filling up the back of his truck.
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Pardon the terrible through the screen photo but I was so happy to see the crap leave our property I had to.
So miracles do happen, and the best miracle of all?
We’d hired a fellow hoarder! And I realized the husband wasn’t throwing out his treasure…. he was gifting it.
Why in the world didn’t I think of this sooner?
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