At least six or seven years ago my mother confided she bought Dave this five foot long fish for a Christmas present. This news came after a series of odd gifts. I told her if she sent the fish, it would go in our next yard sale. What the heck were we going to do with an ugly, five foot long, stuffed fish?
After her death four years ago we found the fish as we were cleaning out her apartment. Feeling terrible about scolding her for buying it we decided to give it a home. Four years we've shuffled this thing around. The other day Dave used it to stop the draft under the door. In the ten winters we have lived here, nothing has done a better job squeezing out the cold.
1 comment:
Oh! Your mother's treasures have found another home! I LOVE LOVE LOVE the table!
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