Exta Pieces that came with toddler bed
Are you working on a project and could you a couple of pieces of pressed wood? Take these off my hands!!
I have a better solution, Sparky. Put them down. There, now they are off your hands and no one had to figure out what to do with these painted, pressed wood. It can’t be burned, or shouldn’t be. It’s an odd shape so it won’t work in too many projects. I can’t even let the parrots chew on it.
Oh, and NinjaChow has this cogent observation: “I hope they weren’t really necessary parts.” True, Sparky won’t notice that he needed them until his child breaks a leg when falling out of the toddler bed.
Urban renewal happens in Sparkyville faster than you can say Wait, I still live here! And when a house in Sparkyville is demolished, the yard goes, too. No tree is left standing, no staircase inside or out. Continue reading
I found this ad very inviting. If it didn’t need work, I would no doubt be buying it now. Plus it’s not in my county. And it’s not safe if it startles me every time I see it. Wonder why it separated from its roof? Continue reading
Scotland, where men are men and sheep are scared. Where all the women have red hair. Everyone gets drunk as a hobby, second only to fighting. Especially other Scots. And shouting for FREEDOM until they are blue in the face. Oh, that might be the paint. Continue reading
When I was a wee bairn, I remember there being a gas station, also called a service station, on every corner downtown. Fuel was cheap in those days, and no, we didn’t tie onions to our belts. Sheesh. Anyway, the stations would give away glassware or antennae balls or kid toys. And they would lower their price per gallon by a few cents to lure in the budget-conscious motorist. Them were the days. Continue reading
Doing this blog is a load of work, and I could not do it without those who kindly provide silly ads for us to lampoon. This week I want to pay special tribute to the three constant submitters without whom this thankless job would be, well, more thankless. Continue reading