Those clam shells on the beach are so pretty. But what in the world would I do with them? I’ll just take two or three for my hearth.
Oh no. I must have twenty of these gigantic shells cradled in my arms here. I’ll go get a bag. No, wait. That will free my arms for even more of these beautiful I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-them shells.
I’ll put them in a basket in my closet – with the other two baskets. I have Nags Head shells, Topsail shells, and miscellaneous shells that I absolutely had to have at some time, somewhere.
I’m trying to think of things to do with shells:
Stuff pillows.
Wallpaper the bathroom.
Pave the garden.
Throw them at salespeople.
OK. I’m getting desperate here.
Oh no. I must have twenty of these gigantic shells cradled in my arms here. I’ll go get a bag. No, wait. That will free my arms for even more of these beautiful I-don’t-know-what-to-do-with-them shells.
I’ll put them in a basket in my closet – with the other two baskets. I have Nags Head shells, Topsail shells, and miscellaneous shells that I absolutely had to have at some time, somewhere.
I’m trying to think of things to do with shells:
Stuff pillows.
Wallpaper the bathroom.
Pave the garden.
Throw them at salespeople.
OK. I’m getting desperate here.
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