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Our town’s Facebook page has made me realize what a slacker I am.
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Talk about reuse and recycle!
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This piece was so well received it will be traveling to New York State next month for an art exhibition.
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Gives new meaning to the phrase ‘one man’s trash is another man’s treasure’.
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As you already know, my husband is the king of free. He can’t pass up anything, no matter how useless…. as long as he doesn’t have to pay for it.
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This has driven me nuts for years and I have never, ever! felt the need to join him in his obsession.
Until last week.
When I saw this on our local Facebook page:
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Pre-Covid our plan was to replace all the flooring in our home. (Post Covid? Holy crap, I don’t want strange people in my house!) Along with that plan would have come long overdue new furniture, to include coffee tables. So since the plan went out the window with the plague, I thought why not? This looks good… and it might be a nice interim fix.
I should have known.
When the husband lifted it out of the truck? It jiggled…. and never even made it into the house. What an utter piece of junk! Fake wood, loose glass and legs so unsteady dropping a napkin on it would probably cause it to collapse.
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Out it went, in front of our house.
How bad was it?
The damn thing was there for a week and though lots of people looked, no one wanted it.
Next stop?
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The recycle center.
Where I left it…. and my desire to ever pick up anything marked free again.
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That my husband doesn’t know how to show a girl a good time.
On his day off…
We went here:
The Solid Waste Disposal Center.
Okay, it was a little dirty.
And more than a little smelly.
But we got rid of 1/2 a ton of baby barn refuse…
And I saw some porn.
I do love a man who knows his way around a broom.
I like:
This beer we found at a liquor store in New Hampshire.
It had a rich, dark, oaky finish….. and also made me laugh.
I like :
This meme my husband’s niece posted on FB.
It’s uncannily accurate.
My husband can spot a red tailed hawk in the top of a tree on the northbound side of the highway while flying down the southbound side at 90mph…. but can’t find his socks. Which are in his sock drawer, where they’ve been for the past 35 years.
Someone please explain that to me.
I like :
This giant pink flamingo my husband’s nephew brought out to the Island for the kids to float on.
Did I mention he’s a rough, tough lobsterman…
And it didn’t quite fit on his boat?
I like :
Reusable grocery bags.
Less plastic and less waste to clog our landfills.
Of course I’m proof positive that saying is pure crap.
I’m 55… and not a single thing about me feels new again.
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