I can't believe my luck. . .Driving down a Missouri highway, minding my own business, lost in my thoughts, I begin to see something taking on some kind of form way up ahead. . .My junkin' instincts are on high alert. . . My foot gets a little heavier on the gas. . .I begin to shake my head as I get closer. . .a big smile forming on my face. . .
"One (wo)mans junk. . .Another (wo)man's treasure"
I thought to myself.
This has happened to me before--when I least expected it. . .but this time I STOP and CONSIDER. . .Did I REALLY want two more chairs to clean up and store with my other fifty or so? . .After all, I've been cleaning out and cutting back on junkin' lately. . .because I have found I already have so much and need to purge some of the possessions. . .Add two more? . .Where will I use them? . .Hmmmm. . .Wouldn't they go well in the log cabin?. . .or by the fireplace in the house?. . .Wouldn't Boo enjoy one there? . .What will John say when he has to unload the car and find a place to store them?
Do I dare load them up and carry them home?