First, I need to preface this post by stating that I am NOT complaining. Or whining. OR ANYTHING. I’m just sayin’.
Chad’s mom and dad sold their house a few weeks ago and are down-sizing into a motor-home. Yesterday, Dad arrived with a load of furniture they want to give to us. This happened to us when MY dad moved, too. And when my mom died. So, we have become rather expert at absorbing other peoples’ stuff and making it our own. It’s exhausting and overwhelming, though, and if you could have seen me last night, hollow-eyed and bitten-lipped, watching Dad, Chad and Billy remove a window and bring in a head board from the roof I think you would feel a leetle bit sorry for me.
Or not.
Check it out.
Maybe a leeetle bit, but not too moishe. 🙂
sorry for teasing you about complaining. 🙂
I now see the massive amounts of furniture, and I see what you mean. I need to come over and explore, everything looks really nice, and it’s a good thing to have too much nice furniture, right?
Joe says, “SCORE”. And thank you in advance.
At least it’s very nice furniture.
Yes, it is very nice furniture, Leslie! Now that I’ve arranged it throughout the house and nobody is taking my windows apart anymore, I quite like the whole idea of furniture dumping.
man, my face looks fat!