Earlier this summer, Chris and I moved our bathtub to the front porch in order to keep up the illusion that we are still working on our disaster of a bathroom. I promise that leaving the tub there where it sat was not a part of our plan. This was not a vain attempt at winning the hearts and minds of our neighbors... although, let me tell you, nothing will improve your chances of winning Neighbor of the Year more than bathroom fixtures next to your front door. We had every intention of putting it in Chris' truck and hauling it over to Habitat for Humanity. Promise. But the thing was about 400 pounds more than the poor little pick-up could handle... so there it sat.

I'm sure our postman appreciated the tub since it was right in front of our mailbox. He's used to it though, since it seems that each day there's a new and different piece of debris out there chronicling our home's destruction from the inside out. We call it the Mailbox Physical Challenge. Sure we'd like our Netflix, but could you complete this obstacle course first?

But the tub is gone now. Sold on Craigslist for $50 when, really, if the buyers had been just a little bit better at negotiating, they could have talked us into giving them $50 just for haulin' it away.

We'll miss you old tub. I had just gotten used to giving directions to our home by pointing people to the "house with a bathtub on the porch"... and now you're gone.

Labels: front porch, house, life

posted at 10:16 AM

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3 Comments:

I love your life so much.

By  Caitastrophe, at 9/07/2008 4:02 PM  

You know Caitlin, you are always welcome to become a part of our third world life style. Compared to your current living situation it wouldn't take THAT much to get used to it and it doesn't sound like much of a downgrade either!

By  Marissa, at 9/07/2008 4:30 PM  

Ha. Don't think I won't. It'll be You, Me and Dupree style.

By  Caitastrophe, at 9/07/2008 4:33 PM  

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