Ok, it's official. I'm a junker. Junk addict, freebie fanatic. I've always loved a good rummage sale, but somehow, somewhere, I've crossed the line. I wake up aching to go to Salvation Army stores in far away cities. I force Aaron into curbside escapades. I love me some junk. My heart rate increases on garbage day.
On the way to take Aaron to the tutor this morning, I could see him cringe as I pulled up in my oh so lovely 1995 Jeep Grand Cherokee. It's a junk mobile. I'm not so much into car payments.
There was no where for him to sit.
A little Freecycle incident last night left about 20 windows in the Jeep, and a few strapped on the top. It was late, and we were tired. Oh, and then there were the shovels and pitchforks from my last free plant adventure. And there was library books, and vintage pyrex bowls, and various garage sale finds...well...you get the picture.
We rattled, literally, all the way to the tutor's house. I started hearing the theme for 'Sanford and Son' in my head. "Wa wa wa wawa...wa wa wa wawa wa wa wa"
I looked over at Aaron and I SWEAR he looked just like Lamont.
I was laughing so hard I couldn't drive. Aaron didn't find the humor in the situation.
I really want to make something like this out of old windows....tres chic, no?