Friday Finds and Saturday Treasures

'Twas a good weekend for junkin'

Mind you everything goes to our house first, anything glass is washed either by hand or in the dishwasher, tin things and silverware are scrubbed clean, linens are all laundered in detergent, borax and bleach, yes bleach. Furniture is generally hosed down if need be, or wiped down and polished. If it smells of smoke or musty basement, it breathes outside with shots of Lysol until its no longer stinky. I go through oodles or Clorox and Lysol wipes. Not forgetting to mention the increasingly large pile of goodies awaiting a fresh coat or two of paint. Its then and only then that it makes its final trip to the shop where it waits for someone to fall in love and then I have to say goodbye...Parting is such sweet sorrow...

As an aside my seven year old, often comments: "I hate riding with you, I know there are spiders on that dirty cobwebby junk in the back." To which my response is always the same, "get a hold of yourself, I brush everything off before I put it in..."

...this morning on my way to my big girl job, a big juicy daddy long legs made it's way to my shifter, smiled at me as I nearly drove up a tree, I got a hold of myself, pulled over and by one of his long legs flung him out the window...Rob you were right!

This story will not be told but if you see a boy riding on the roof of a Hummer you'll know that somehow he found me out, and or Big Daddy's got friends...