Guess what I picked up along the side of the road!
It’s a Little Tykes Turtle Sand Box / Sandpit! (retail price $39.95 + $25.00 shipping from the Tikes web site! Sand and children not included.) I saw it on a trash pile when I was driving to the hardware store, and I said to myself, if it’s still there on the way back, I will take a look at it. And it was, so I did. Other than the fact that it was FILTHY, there wasn’t anything wrong with it. Who HOO! Free sand box. It’s ironic, however, as my father and I, just this morning, were just emailing each other with plans for building a sandbox on the new property*. I can confidently say that building a custom box is still the plan, but I took the wee turtle home with me anyway. Eleanor kept picking at the dirt so I decided to wash it. I’m pleased with how relatively clean it came. Eleanor at this very moment is outside playing in the water left in the turtle. That gal sure can get dirty. I would be freezing my shell off, but Eleanor has never found a puddle she didn’t like, even frozen ones.
So, do you fine me crude to gather toys from the junk heap? I suppose you’ve never turned some other man’s trash into your own personal treasure? I guess you could say I am a Junkman’s Daughter, as my father often brought home shoe boxes filled with crayons, pencils and other things that were left in lockers at the end of the school year, and the odd piece of furniture, electronics and plants left behind in some of his rentals. I’m pretty frugal, and the price on this toy certainly was right.
Well, I can see from the window that my girl’s jeans are wet up to her knees now… Opp! She just put her hair in the water. Gotta go… Unless you got something in your trash can better than a grumpy muppet?
(LOL – now she is just pouring the water into her belly button!)
*Property not yet aquired.