I was investigating an estate sale in mid-town Tallahassee, on Friday morning, and while I didn’t purchase anything, I fell in love with this backyard potting shed. As soon as Studly Doright returned home I showed him this photo and told him I thought I needed a she shed of my own.
“But you don’t garden!” he said.
“Well, I might if I had a nifty she shed,” I replied. “Or maybe I’d use it as my writing nook. Who knows, maybe the next great American novel could be written in such a shed.”
“Oh, you’re planning on letting someone else use it then,” he said.
I’d have hit him with my gardening shears if I’d had any.
But, can we agree it’s a lovely she shed?
Peace, people!
Praying for Eyebrowz 