It Was Trash Talking

Really, it spoke to me. From the alley behind my house. There she was, big and beautiful like the tacky bar light that my back porch was begging for. The trash was there for the picking and I must admit, Brady and I acted like real pros.

We spotted it...drove slowly by...pulled into our garage...Brady jumped out of the car and with a ninja-like manuever grabbed this beauty...we closed the garage door and took her into the kitchen to really get a good look - and to see if it worked.

Oh , it works alright. I mean, check out that flaming pimento. This is going to be the talk of my backporch gatherings this summer. The porch is now officially open for cocktails -- well as soon as my neighbor who threw this out officially moves (and won't see her trash on my back porch).