My husband and I went to pick it up this evening and nobody answered the door. We could see the man on the couch through the door's window [not in a creep stalkerish way, just in a he's-obviously-right-there way]. So, we waited. And waited. And waited. But no luck. Mr. W was afraid to wake him up because he "he looked mean." I was afraid that he was dead. Luckily, the man just had a headache and was sleeping. And the bench will be ours tomorrow.
Until then, here are some beautiful bench makeovers from around the blogosphere:
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