This crazy little cushion. Looks a little evil, no? This funny little softie.
This half-squashed ambulance. Still, it is resplendent in cool factor.
A bag of beautiful marbles. Funnily, I had been searching for marbles last week. Lo and behold, I was totally and utterly, wet my pants delighted to find this big bag. And the tub that I had also been looking for for kiddie craft (stay tuned for that one).
Tiny little figurines. And a sheep. And a pig. Oink.
There's more. I won't bore you.
But I have to confess. I think I am now a bonafide junk junkie. I've done three drive-bys just to look at the remaining boxes/bags sitting kerbside. I can't stop thinking about it. It hurts in my stomach. Thankfully, I think my addiction may have come to a standstill (no more heavy breathing at the thought of what could be?!) because I drove by this morning, only to discover the garbage-men scooping all that delicious junk into the back of the garbage truck. For a moment, I considered pulling over and throwing myself on it. I did. I wanted to scream - No! This has been a terrible mistake - this is MY JUNK! But, like a normal person I kept driving. Though I did throw a few backward glances (and all the while thinking - what if they're throwing something really great out).
Just in case you're wondering about that enema kit. Well I still have it. I can't touch it. But it will be continuing it's adventure in the next council pick up day. Let me know if you need to know when that is in our neighbourhood.. Wink. Wink. Actually, no, I am going to do a giveaway since this is my 182nd post. Just kidding. It's going to a better place. The garbage dump.