The Road to Free Junk.Â I travel this road each and every day.Â Sometimes it is a road down the street, sometimes it is in the middle of a bunch of farm and ranch land.Â Â
*****warning, if you are related to me and live in my household, look away, your garage just got smaller….
Today, I was answering an ad for some free doors.Â I have been amassing some awesome doors as of late, and I thought my garage wasn’t quite full enough.Â Â
On my way there, this poor soul was lost in a ditch, it had been raining, I was wearing my “good jeans”, and the thing was stuck in the mud.Â Oh, did I mention I was on the phone with Shelly from A Little Bit o Shizzle? the whole time I was wrestling this sad lady into my car?Â Â
The story continues….I finally find the remote ranch, hoping to score some more free goodness.Â Upon arrival, I realized the doors were too large, but I always drop the “J” word.Â Junk.Â As in, “I would love to take your junk off your hands for you because I can fix it up and make it pretty.”Â No sooner did the word pass my lips that the Mrs. of the house was untying a large pile of tarps to unearth what she wanted me to haul away.Â Boy did I SCORE!!!!Â Â
This was my booty for the day:Â Â
This cool looking chair, that actually folds up too!