Wednesday is dump day. As my man and son were leaving to take a load of trash to the dump, I *specifically* warned the son-man NOT to let his dad go dumpster diving again.
Did they listen?
Do I really need to ask that question?
They listen about as well as the girls listen to me.
NADA
Perhaps I should have a new category on this blog called “Dumpster Diving for Dummies”?
This week, the fine, older gentleman at the dump led my husband to a grand find. A Dearborn heater — THREE TIMES the size of the Dearborn heater that I use in my office shed. Now, my shed is merely 12′ x 12′ — not very big and pretty full of office equipment, computer and peripheral box storage and warm shirts that I occasionally need at 3 am when a chill may set in while I’m working. Once my shed gets warm, I usually turn the Dearborn off, because if I let it continue to run, I start perspiring. Yeah, it warms me up that much. My LITTLE heater, that is.
I’m thinking my husband lives by that “if one works, try five” viewpoints — you know, if one aspirin works, why not take five because then you’ll surely not have to take another for a week!
Presenting my husband’s new / old dumpster dive find for the week (the heater, not the son-man):
Oh the joy on their faces …. and the horror on mine!