If you didn't know it already, husband and I have a garbage war going on. I'll throw out a tube of hair gel with one squirt left in it. He'll dig it out of the garbage and put it back in the cupboard. So anything that he could possibly deem as usable, but should really thrown away, needs to be defaced in some way so that it is nonreturnable. And so our story begins;
We had this sweet hobby horse that daughter used for a few years. But at some point the top of the wooden stick (the part inside the head) had snapped. So the horse looked like it had broken it's neck as the head sagged sideways. I tried to throw that horse away at least 4 times. And every single time it's wonky head would be sticking out of the toy box by the time I woke up in the morning.
But this past weekend the kids were at a sleepover, and so I decided to get out my scissors and deliver a little Godfather style revenge on husband.
This is what his feet touched when he woke up in the morning.