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My husband had to take a few things to the dump recently, and you know what happens when he does that.

Our “dump” is more of a recycling center… complete with a gift shop where everything is free, and there in lies the problem.

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He came home with a table and chairs.

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Do we need a table and chairs from the dump?

We do not.

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But my husband couldn’t resist bringing it home and fixing it up to sell.

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He cleaned, he polished, he tightened, he glued.

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I told him to recover the horrible (plastic? vinyl?) seats but that was a bridge too far.

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So now there’s a table and chair set clogging up the man cave/Barn Mahal.

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Sigh…

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