We had just left the house overlooking my lunchbox in photo below, when I saw a perfectly good wicker chair in the trash a few houses down. One of my workers ran down to it, checked it out, and sat down in it making sure it was worthy of taking home. As you can see it was. No I do not have an SUV or a V-A-N or a Truck, I have a Buick. Yup, a Buick my mother gave me. FREE is good. Payments suck so I suck it up and drive the beast around. Actually it is a decent car. It does not know I am a Lexus person and I wont be telling it for fear it will take a large dumpola on me. Back to my point. I should have video taped my two helpers trying to get that chair first in the back seat and next in the front seat. We had all but given up when the mailman came passing by. Bless his handlebar mustache and jolly face. He looked over the situation and gave one line of advice that worked and whalla! It was in. But when I got it home what a joke that was pulling it out. Sounds like a bad line from a bad movie.
That's my Happy News for today. I found some good garbage. Be Safe, Be Well, Be Happy, and don't get even, get rich.