A Peck of Gold

Some Things Shouldn't Be

We love to stop in at the little antique places that pepper our route to our parent's houses. Our stops used to be much more frequent, before the arrival of the Short Ones. Now, they are rare little luxuries we occasionally indulge in.

Anyway, we stopped this past weekend at a very promising spot, an old storefront on the mainstreet of a tiny town. Amidst the collection of old rocking horses, cast iron cauldrons, and traveling trunks was a piece that left me a little puzzled. An old outhouse bench- for two.

I really don't want to know what prompted that invention. And I won't question the "sold" sign either. I'm not sure which is more disturbing!

Ah, the joys of junking!