I'm going to preface this post by saying,
I love my husband.
I've shown you the work he's done on our house...
and the one before this one...
and the one before that one...
(well, you didn't see that one, because it was 2 states and 7 years ago).
He's very talented and willing to take on
nearly any project idea I throw at him, (with a slight bit of begging).
I want to also say that he's an extremely bright guy. Really - he is.
But...(you knew there would be a "but", right?)...
you know that old saying, "There's no such thing as a dumb question?"
It isn't true.
In fact, it seems dumber every time my husband asks it.
About half you will agree that it's a dumb question.
The other half of you are probably asking the same dumb question.
(don't get mad...I just call it like I see it!) ;0)
The question?
"What do you want with that____________ (fill in the blank)?
Case in point:
We have a new neighbor building an itty bitty house on the next property.
He cleared a lot of trees, tore down a shack,
and unearthed a lot of stuff in order to build his house.
While walking past his house,
I spotted something wooden, and old, with some rusty metal showing.
My "junque" radar went off like a fire siren.
It was on a mound of tree branches and rubbish.
I think I might have screeched loud enough to concern the construction workers.
I got a closer look and saw this old beauty.
I called my husband over and told him
to ask the neighbor if I could have it (because it would be burned soon).
Yep...here it comes.....
"Why do you want that rotting old gate?"
I resisted the urge to thunk him upside the head.
Seriously...I think he needed to clean his glasses,
because clearly he wasn't seeing the same treasure I was.
Yes, it is fragile.
Yes, half of of it has fallen off.
Yes, more fell off when stood it up against my shed wall.
Even the nails are barely staying together.
But...that doesn't mean it's trash that should be burned, does it?
You can't buy beauty like that in a store,
and you can't "distress" your way to it either.
It's the real deal. It's earned every single bug hole it has.
You agree, right?
Aaaahhhhhhhhh...........
There is such a thing as a dumb question, and my husband
throws it at me on a regular basis,
but I think he just asks it to ruffle my feathers.
That's okay though...it's safely in my care now,
and he carried it home for me, so I guess I'll keep him. :0)
Besides...there are precious few men who would put up with me!
Blessings,
Angie
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