The COOLEST story ever told!!!

Okay, I don't want to let any of you down with the title of this post, so I assure you the story is pretty slick. When I was about 8 years old, my dad built this huge elaborate doll house for me and my sister. It was 3 stories tall, carpeted, wall paper, elevator, garage, etc. Seriously way cool, and I didn't even like barbies. Anyways, when I was around 13 years old, we moved out of my childhood home, and into a much smaller place. We didn't have room to store the giant doll house in our tiny home. Sadly without asking anyone for permission, my dad took the doll house to D.I.

11 years later...My family decides to go shopping at DI to help my little brother find a Halloween costume. To much of their dismay, DI was already closed for the evening and they thought they were out of luck. Driving through Salt Lake, they noticed a new Savers store on the road. My brother was successful in finding his incredibly awesome Doctor Who costume. While browsing around, Trevor noticed a gigantic doll house in the kids section. It was painted an ugly blue and pink color, but upon further inspection realized that it was in fact, our family's doll house!

$12 dollars later, my dad loaded our childhood dollhouse into the bed of his truck and took it home. It is now perched in our garage while it awaits a new paint job :)

Hows that for a story? What are the odds?