In the early days of our relationship, Ryan used to go grocery shopping with me. Mostly because I suck at grocery shopping. Now that I have a total handle on this (ha!), Ryan refuses to attend the grocery store, despite my begging. I hate, hate, hate grocery shopping, and just want someone to suffer through the experience with me.
Well, yesterday he came home early and after a lunch outing I conned him into joining me at the commissary. And it's a dang good thing he did, because afterwards we went to the package store (the on-base liquor store). As we were walking out I saw an empty liquor display that said "Free! Please Take With You!" I jokingly asked if he wanted a liquor store display for our house.
Well, he did.
Bam! Look at that puppy! It's solid wood and heavy. We've got plans to remove the logo from the shelf fronts and base so it looks more like salvaged, stacked barrels than a store display. But our liquor bottles and glassware have already made themselves a happy home there. And we've got a bunch of friends and family members asking if they can have it.
I told Ryan on the (very uncomfortable) ride home that I always read about bloggers who find cool stuff in random places, and how I'm never that person. Well guess what? I just joined the "I found cool shit fo' free" club.
Feels pretty good. ;)