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Originally Posted by badgoodDeb
Veggie Tales had an episode about "StuffMart" where Ms Blueberrie's tree house got so full (she enjoyed shopping at StuffMart) that the tree house fell down.
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That episode so convicted me!
Fast forward 9-10 years... and where is all of my
stuff? In boxes! Big heavy ones! Boxes that I keep having to move around every time my husband wants to work on a certain area of our barn! I think that is my main source of exercise-- moving boxes from room to room, two floors up, one floor down and back again. If I didn't still have some small hope that we would someday have finished rooms and walls to decorate, they would all be garage-saled (except that we don't have a garage) all except the treasured photos. Seven years later and I still have my hope. So, 'til then I'll be moving big boxes of
stuff! (I do like my stuff, but I'd enjoy it a whole lot more, well, not in a box!)
Now back to the subject... I think I could write an epic limerick about my life in a barn! In fact I think it could be rather healing, since I lost my sense of humor over this project about five years into it.
