This week has been absolutely exhausting. Apparently 'sale' means drive a train up to the store, and tell your underpaid child labor to unload it. And not just drag it into the warehouse, but stack it. Can you believe that, stacking couches. Next week promises to be just as exciting as we unstack them, move them to the showroom, and then deliver them to everyone in town who thinks it is so great that a father can teach his son how to work. Somehow, that doesn't feel like a 'Thank you for carrying our new living room in."
Then to top that, today turns out to be two parties. So twice my house has filled with giggling silly ladies cooing over bowls and knives and face-wash. Meanwhile the 'great guy' who gave up his game night gets to stay in his tiny little bedroom all Saturday. And believe it or not our cooler is not keeping up with the the hot air from the parties.
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