"I'm a pile of wood!"

There are good days, and then there are fateful days, and this day is so very special. I was a property fence retiring and headed to Woodie Heaven, until the fateful serendipitous encounter when the Walking Man slipped a note under the windsheild wiper of the truck taking me to the dump and saved me from getting wasted. And the rest is history!

Heh, and now this Ole Pile sits securely beside the Walking Man's door. Already the world is filled with excitement and possibilities. Like will I be reincarnated into a gangplank? or a crack shack? If I'm good will I be made into a glorious gazebo? :D If I'm bad will I be made into shimms? :( Or if I'm a fence can I still keep it up? Would the ladies still like me?

And that's where I am, sitting here fantasizing about myself. Today I was born into this world as a pile of wood. Stay tuned to fantasize with me what I will be become.