It's been a quiet week for mongo adventures.
I'm hoping this weekend is more eventful.
I did see a pile I coveted on the way home tonight, a really cute couch, totally recoverable, some kitchen chairs that needed just the slightest bit of TLC, however, my hands were full and I couldn't squeeze in one more thing.
Ratz.
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2 comments:
You need to do like the hunters in my neighbourhood and travel with a mini-van. That way you can get the big stuff.
I've already told my oldest offspring that we're not allowed to bring home any more big stuff.
Last year, my yard was littered with a drafting chair, a kitchen table and a book case. Luckily I was able to find new homes for these orphaned mongo.
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