Meet scarecrow Kurt. Instead of being stuffed with leaves, he is stuffed with his own clothing.

Kurt likes to call this his pile of glory. He states that if he has to deal with my horse, I get to deal with this pile of glory. When we got married though, I already had the horse so he knew the packaged deal he was getting himself into. The pile of glory had not existed, so I had no idea that I was not only marrying Kurt, but a 3 month in the making, pile of clothing.

I will state at the beginning, (Kurt made me), that I have helped in maintaining this pile by adding new clothes after I do laundry. To my defense, Kurt first created this pile back in August when he returned from Idaho. I place clean clothes there instead of having to sleep with them at the end of the bed for weeks at a time, until Kurt has finally worn everything in the pile.
What mysteries did I find when I made this scarecrow? Thankfully nothing too scary. I found boardshorts, beach towels, luggage straps, and a random zipper just hanging out by itself.
So is there an R.I.P. date for Scarecrow Kurt in the near future? I sure hope so.
P.S. It will be interesting to see Kurt's reaction if he actually sees that I posted this online. Uh oh...