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My patio swing has anthropomorphized. It watches me, taunts me, snarls at me, and smirks at me.
UUUUU-glee thing, right?
“You gonna stain me?” It asks. “Right. You just try that.”
I’ve been afraid of that snarling beast for over a year now. I’m not sure why. I suppose it’s just tedious. There’s like 9,000 screws holding that thing together, and I’d have to unscrew every one of them. Not to mention pressure wash the thing, apply the stain, wait, apply more stain, wait, apply more stain, wait…
But I did.
My hobbies keep me sane, even when they’re driving me in-sane.