So I have two absolute rules when buying furniture:
1. It has to come in black.
2. It has to be something I can carry myself.
I remembered the second as I was dragging my food pantry to the truck today. It is one of those "build-it-yourself" pressboard things. And weighs about 90 pounds.
And I've determined I'm going to find somewhere I can live a damned long time this time, and have money to pay for movers next time.
How stressed out have I been? Today, I got the moving truck with the car carrier to tow Ivy and promptly drove halfway home before I realized I forgot to put the car on the carrier.
Yeah. I'm that smooth.
And tonight, about 75 minutes ago, the battery in the clock in my bedroom died. It's been 9:55 for a while.
Oh, and since I moved last time in February in freezing, icy conditions with a ton of snow in NEOH, it's only fitting I move this time in August, when it's 80 degrees at 10:30 with 80 percent humidity. And tomorrow is going to be 91 degrees. Yep, I can pick the days and time to move.
Talk to you next time from the Mahoning Valley!
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