When it comes to Spring Cleaning, the Hiltons go big or go
home. Actually, we’re already home. And we didn’t really plan to go this big.
St. Bob ordered a
trash bin so we could throw out my ancient potting bench, a garden lattice,
some old lumber, and who-knows-what from the garage. But when it arrived it was three times the
size we expected. It barely fit on our
driveway.
I posted it
on Facebook, announcing that my new Easter basket had arrived and I hoped the
Easter Bunny would fill it with chocolate.
Naturally, Bob joked that we could use it as a swimming pool, and we immediately
imagined all of us floating on inner tubes, waving to horrified neighbors, for
a White Trash Christmas card photo.
Maybe some water could even leak out the sides for an added touch.
But before we
could actually implement this brilliant idea, Bob was hurling bags and boxes
into the container, and in no time it was about half full. See? That makes me
an optimist.
You can
read my books while floating in a pool or not.
Check out all 25 of them here.
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