Wednesdays and Saturdays are dump days in these hills, and since we don’t have regular trash pick-up, and there’s a burn ban in our county – the dump is the place to be for all who need to discard their trash or recycles!  But, my MIL refuses to go – she’s sure the dump man hates her as he charges her a different rate every time she goes over there.  So, my manly-man husband has taken over the dump duties.

He and the two little ones went to the dump yesterday, with the rest of the trash from the reunion last week.

I used to think he was a redneck.

Now?  I think he’s just a hillbilly …. as he was dumpster diving and came home with this!

ummm, yeah, a broken gate.  “Totally fixable,” the dump man tells him.  “Totally fixable,” my dumpster diving husband repeats. 

UGH – we’ll see how long it takes before it becomes totally trash again!