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Friday Shootout - Yard Objects

Nothing like a little ceremonious couch jumping before letting the neighborhood folks come over and secondhand our couch.

We cried a little when we said goodbye to this piece of furniture, but it was time for a clean out. We at least had to make it fun. I'm still feeling heavy just looking at it. Some things in our lives carry memories. This couch did me good. It held me and and the people that I care about over many years.

Enjoy this non-traditional yard decor.



Comments

Nick James said…
Apparently that couch has been with you for all the up's and down's....especially when you were jumping on it.

Love you.
Jama said…
Looks like a perfect place to leave the couch ,especially for the children! no one will nag or tell them off for jumping around on the sofa.
Anonymous said…
Ms Jamie, this was a fantastic yard object post! I giggled and wanted to join in the jumping. Your daughter looks so delighted and so delightful! So much fun!
~JarieLyn~ said…
This is very carefree and lighthearted. Definitely not the traditional yard decor, but fun. Great shot.
Doreen said…
now that is a yard object you don't see everyday! great find! looks as though you were having tons of fun also.
GingerV said…
what fun, this is the second couch I have seen today. have a great weekend
Chele said…
This one had me laughing out loud!
Gordon said…
There's about $25 in change from the couch, in your yard, now. Great fun!
Chef E said…
Ha what a great post...jump for me, but land softly please...

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