I have a
weakness for concrete yard ornaments.
Every time I pass one of those places that sells them, I crane my neck to see what catches my eye. I always see something I want, and think I will go back and get it, but never do. It seems that when you do buy them and bring them home, they become like shoes from Wal-mart... somehow they just don't seem to fit. I thought I had found my favorite of all time when I discovered while walking, the lounging alien, above, relaxing in front of a tasteful and stately southern mansion on Sullivan's Island. But no, the next day I discovered one that calls to me even more....
My dream, the Yard Yeti.
I have a weakness for concrete yard ornaments. Every time I pass one of those places that sells them, I crane my neck to see what catches my eye. I always see something I want, and think I will go back and get it, but never do. It seems that when you do buy them and bring them home, they become like shoes from Wal-mart... somehow they just don't seem to fit. I thought I had found my favorite of all time when I discovered while walking, the lounging alien, above, relaxing in front of a tasteful and stately southern mansion on Sullivan's Island. But no, the next day I discovered one that calls to me even more....
My dream, the Yard Yeti.
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