This wobbly, paint-stained, "take-your-life-in-your-own-hands-if-you-use-this" stool has alot of history with my family.
It has been with us for years and years
and before us,
it had served some other unknown family.
But they, obviously, did not treasure it
as we do as they discarded it.
And we just can't get rid of it.
Not only that...
but Christa claims it as her own...
...but she faces stiff competition from Hope
who has strong arguments for her ownership...
And we can't rule out Lil'Lo
who is shoring up his ammunition and
calls this coveted piece of furniture
"my stool".
And to top it all off...
when Drew stopped by this weekend and saw the stool,
it sparked a memory of a
recent dream he had in which that stool appeared.
So, the purpose of this post is this...
if you should come across clones
of this stool,
send them my way.
I need to make
three
(and maybe four)
people happy!
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