Jul 20, 2010
Marilyn had two outdoor swings on her hands, neither of which were in any shape to be swung upon. In a strange feat of physics, the fabric of the first swing was simultaneously dry-rotted and moldy. The second swing should really have been called a sit, because, in its chain-free condition, that's all it had been doing for years and years.
So she combined the two, dressed them up in a fresh coat of paint, and made one lovely, mold free, honest to goodness swing. And swing she does! (Not like that, pervs!)