Goodbye Sandboat. You've served us well since we purchased you for John Paul and Gabe's birthdays in 2006. Now we're happy to hand you off to the nice family I found on craig's list who cannot afford one for themselves. Good bye sand...I never want to see you in my backyard or house again!
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Ha ha ha - this killed me. My mother-in-law bought us a sand plastic turtle years and years ago when Mary Kate was 3 and Cecilia was 1. I remember saying to her then, "uh, I really don't want sand everywhere in the house."
But there it is, still in my backyard, and I dutifully fill it up every year with three new bags of Wal-Mart sand, and every year I spend about 10 days yelling: "You did WHAT?! Why would you pour sand onto your (brother/sister's) head!? " and "STOP DUMPING SAND ON THE FLOWERS!" and "WAIT - shake out all the sand from your body and clothes and all the little crevices before you come in!" ...
and yet I STILL go to bed and feel little scratchy sand crystals all in my sheets and vow to myself that I'm going to chuck that turtle out with next week's trash.
Then after a week or so someone forgets the lid on at night and it rains and gets kind of gross and eventually just sits unused, holding skanky, stagnate sand water that I know is a perfect incubator for mosquito larva, and I find myself having fleeting thoughts of contributing to West Nile Virus; until finally I dump the whole thing out, clean it, put the lid back on ... and let it sit till next Spring when I do it all over again.
So, BRAVO Carolyn!!!!
Not going to lie, lifting the sandbox over the fence from 307 to 309 was one of the highlights of my "I married a Pierce sister" related moving adventures.
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