I had a meeting on Saturday morning in which we were all joking about the number of purple pens in our lives...when one friend discovered...count them:
That's right SIX DIFFERENT PURPLE PENS in her purse..and multiples of some which are not pictured. We all had a good laugh and moved about our day.
Then comes Sunday. (dun dun dun) When Andy and I were assisting in the cleaning our of my grandparent's house....
where we discovered (among many, many, many other collections not pictured) a box full of wheels and castors:
A huge overflowing box of ....paint sticks?
and...
wait for it...
not 1.
not 2.
but THREE BOXES of pinecones.
(yes, pine cones.)
hey, at least their labeled.
< I love things that are labeled.eek.>
hey, at least their labeled.
< I love things that are labeled.eek.>
So needless to say, as I was looking back at the purple pen picture...it suddenly struck me that it was less funny...and more...let's say more of a gateway drug to a larger problem.
Jackie - behold your future. :)
and probably mine too.
Arnold cousins -- I can't wait for Christmas. You'll never guess what you're getting!!!
more to come on the house cleaning treasure finds.
and probably mine too.
Arnold cousins -- I can't wait for Christmas. You'll never guess what you're getting!!!
more to come on the house cleaning treasure finds.
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