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Monday, January 21, 2013

Just An Old Foot Stool

I rest my weary feet upon an antique. Just an old foot stool we purchased about thirty years ago; a aged piece of furniture with its history reflected in scratches and torn fabric. After a very expensive trip to the local upholsterer, it and its matching chair are now my boon companions.

When the newly recovered stool was delivered I discovered it had a nice storage space beneath its cap. It collects my bits and pieces, or junk, as described by the wife.

Over the years I've stashed odd knives, pipes, various magazines, whetstones, diamond sharpeners, long unused Zippo lighters, a single chamber adapter loaded with a single .45 round, a coil of 550 cord, two laser sights, and various amounts of random caliber ammunition. There's even two cans of mink oil and an emergency candle. There is a small Beretta tucked inside just in case some critter decides to commit suicide.

All this to say - I need to organize my stuff. Sweet Wife should arrive home soon and I'm worried. She gave me instructions to sort and discard the excess as its too heavy for her to move around when she cleans. She further instructed the job should be completed before she arrives home. She did so as she tapped her toe....that's, serious.

Stephen





22 comments:

  1. Well, I think you better get busy. Toe tapping is nothing to ignore.

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    1. Naw, I'll just tell her to wait until I can give assistance. My stuff is fine where its located. Thanks, Pretty Lady.

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  2. Stephen,

    It's late, did you get it done?????

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    1. Nope, see above. Thanks, Sweet Sandy. I like to live dangerously.

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  3. Tapping her foot? Yeah, that's serious. Get 'er done, sir.

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    1. She's all talk....and, I can out hobble her.

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    1. Sure, you can say it...but I have to live here. Thanks, my friend.

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  5. Looks like most of my drawers. Uh... Nope, not the long Johns.

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    1. Muddy, great minds think alike. Thanks.

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  6. Hurry Stephen! Get rid of the candle and the Zippos!

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    1. No.....gotta have 'em. Stuff, is important.

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  7. Tell her to grow stronger. It's your storage thing.

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    1. I did tell her she needed a workout. Boy, the looks I get...

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  8. Looks like the top of my desk.
    'Cept it's missing a jug of Maker's and a coffee mug that's never been washed, coupla pistols , bills, books,.....I need a bigger desk.

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    1. Men are weird, aren't we....Thanks, Skip.

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  9. Might I suggest choosing an alternate storage thing that would fit on an end table, or an end table with drawers. Preferably something that does not need to be moved when your sweet wife vacuums. Because you know that she probably will not wait to vacuum on your timetable. When the ambition for her to vacuum arrives, just stay out of the way.

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    1. Nope. But I shall try and stay out of her way. Then again it's possible I'll remove some the ammo and reduced the weight. Thanks, dear lady.

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  10. Just how heavy is her purse? heh

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    1. It's heavy. I can barely lift the thing and then she has the gall to complain about my foot stool. Women....

      Thanks, my friend.

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  11. Dang. I tried this on my hobbled hubby a few days ago. Actually offered to bring stuff before him - for his sorting pleasure. He declined.

    Is there no hope?

    You mean toe tapping didn't get the job done?

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  12. No, dear lady, toe tapping did not work. I have been known to be kinda hard headed. Thanks, Cathy. I sure hope your husband heals quickly.

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