Be scared, be very scared

When I first met Jason I was unaware of his hoarding obsession. Then eventually he took me down to meet his parents and what a surprise I had in store me. He has a little farm house and in the back yard is a massive big mother of all shed's full of, you guessed it SHIT. He collects anvils, stuffed animals and I'm not talking about those cute cuddly things that sit on your bed and no he doesn't hunt them. He has a tractor, 3 bikes, heaps of old cans, bottles and just a whole heap of useless crud. So I thought I would introduce you to this part of my life. Since we've moved down to the town where Jason grew up this is the opening of the shed in the back yard. I can remember one day in Brisbane they have throw your junk on the side of the road and the council will come and pick it up. Well Jason and I had only been together for a few months and his father came up to visit him. They went out for the morning and when they returned they had a car full of rubbish. I stood at the window and cried as I watched them bring up old lawn mowers, some detonator wire (god knows what for) and just useless junk. So I knew at that point that I would have to accept that Jason was a hoarder and that's that. The beauty of having a shed is when he closes the door I don't see it anymore. When we lived in Brisbane and decided to move we knew no one would want to move into the house with all the junk Jason had in the garage. I counted 23 lawn mowers so I rang up a lawn mower dealer and said "come over make me an offer" and for $50 bucks and we also had to deliver them to his house I got rid of all the rust bucket mowers. The top picture is Jason with the ferrel, festy, scary and just wrong stuffed animal. Yes if you look closely you can see it's a fox eating a duck what was he thinking. Don't worry Jason has heaps of good points this is just not one of them. So that's it for Jason and his rubbish and hopefully you can see why I like to have a whinge every now and then.

keep glowing

kym