Yesterday Josh woke up from his nap and said he was going to tackle the storage shed in the backyard. I almost fell over when he said it. Neither of us are big in the motivation department, especially after a nap. But I was impressed. He put his gloves on and headed out there to kick some debris' butt.
When we moved into our house, the previous owners left us all sorts of memorabilia. They left stuff in the kitchen and the garage. These little 'gifts' were nothing but a pain in the rear because we had to deal with getting rid of their junk. The storage shed loomed as the greatest challenge of them all. I was afraid to even look inside of it for months. It was full of junk and was incredibly dirty. And since I have an insane fear of little creatures, I was sure it was crawling with them, so I kept my distance.
Josh founds all kinds of stuff out there. Mostly garbage. But he did manage to unearth some cool stuff in the arts and crafts department. There was a rubber stamp making kit as well as this stamp collection which looks cooler than its practical usefulness (see below). Ben found all sorts of balls as well as a small swimming trophy that he fell in love with. It was like coming upon a time capsule or an archaeological dig. Of useless stuff.
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