In with the new…

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Due to scheduling conflicts we spent a day and night with a big empty space instead of a cozy living room.

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But late afternoon on the following day, the new furniture arrived.

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With my husband supervising…

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And thoroughly inspecting the merchandise.

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In case you’re wondering, it passed quality control.

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Oh, to be young and strong again. They had all 4 pieces in and set up in less than 10 minutes.

How young? We tipped them $20 each and told them to have a beer on us. They smiled, but said they couldn’t because they’re not of legal age yet.

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Ah…

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That’s better.

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It’s hard to get a picture that truly represents the colors …

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So you’ll just have to trust me that it looks nice.

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After all the trouble we had choosing fabrics, we’re pleased everything blends.

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His Lordship?

Well, that jury might still be out.

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Out with the old…

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One last cuddle on the old chair.

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One last before picture…

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After that, our farming neighbor and his field hands carried the old furniture out the door and over to his house.

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It’s funny because we gave him the living room set we had before this one as well.

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It was a tight fit…

And made my husband wish our back door was just a little wider.

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One large scratch on the paint later…

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Empty echoing space.

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News you can’t use.

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It may be ridiculous, but at least it’s not politics.

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Unless a Hemsworth is delivering that hammer to my table?

Probably not.

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I do love a good morel.

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But damn, that’s impressive.

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It looks a bit silly, but 12 tons? Why aren’t we winging all of them…

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Brain tapeworm can’t be pleasant, but I’m still not giving up my bacon.

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A professional squatter?

Proof positive there’s a job for everyone.

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Get with the progrum…

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I love stumbling on a new place to eat.

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And while this seemed like your run of the mill sports bar, the blueberry margarita was quite tasty.

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And my husband’s go to French onion soup was anything but ordinary.

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It was served with its bread on the outside which we thought was odd, but the deep wine flavored beef broth was so full of onions and herbs and melted cheese you didn’t even miss it.

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My appetizer? Loaded tater kegs.

I’d never heard of such of a thing… and not being a tater tot fan, I almost passed. But these were delightfully crunchy on the outside and creamy, cheesy, bacon filled pillows of potato-y goodness on the inside.

Being a sports bar, all the televisions were tuned to this show. I paid less than zero attention until I happened to glance up and see this…

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Thinking it was just a typo, I grimaced and moved on.

Until this popped up on the screen a few minutes later.

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Ugh.

Not a typo.

Good thing the food made up for it.

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Baked haddock and Parmesan herbed potato rounds for the spouse.

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And a massive chicken, broccoli Alfredo (I ate for three days after) for moi.

Poor grammar aside, it might be worth a return trip.

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Things I’m not buying anytime soon.

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I love our cat, but…

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He doesn’t need a 4 foot wicker giraffe.

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Stress free?

The beast sleeps 23 hours a day, how stressed can he possibly be.

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I don’t know about you, but I’ve never harbored the least bit of desire to sleep in a dog bed. Giant or otherwise.

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While this might be comfortable once I plopped, I fear my bad knee would be screaming trying to get out.

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Just… no.

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His patience is running out…

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Shopping for bedroom carpet continues.

And you can tell one of us is not having a good time.

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This is not my fault as I found the perfect carpet on day one… but my husband swore he could find something comparable for less money so we kept shopping.

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This was an interesting display.

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Made even more so by the fact it opened for samples.

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After another whirlwind weekend tour of flooring stores, my husband chose carpets he thought were close to the shade we wanted. Even though I (and numerous salespeople) assured him they weren’t.

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Ironically the two large sample boards he brought home were very close to the price point of my original choice which kind of defeats the purpose… no?

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And since none of them were the right shade (again), my spouse is slowing coming around to the realization he should have just agreed to my selection a few weeks ago and called it a day.

Men.

They always have to do things the hard way.

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Let’s play.

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You know the drill…

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And by weird, I mean odd but endearing.

If you have webbed toes or extra appendages please keep that information to yourself.

I’ll start –

I can’t blink or close my left eye separately.

I can close both of them together, sleeping would be a challenge otherwise… and Lord knows I can roll them at my husband when he brings home another piece of yard sale crap…. but I can’t independently close my left one. Never have, never will.

Now you.

What weird thing don’t we know about you?

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