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When everything that can go wrong…. does. Part 2

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We woke Saturday morning trying to laugh at how horrible the day before had been. It was a definite nightmare, but the sun was shining, the birds were singing and we had new leather chairs to unpack!

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We also had large tracks torn in our lawn from our friend’s giant diesel truck. Of course it had to rain while we were gone the night before, making the ground nice and slippery when he backed up to the porch. 😬

Oh well, out to the barn we went to unwrap the chairs. These chairs… the pretty caramel colored ones we picked out at the store.

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And when we unwrapped the first one?

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It was the wrong color. And had no legs. WTF??? I was livid. After all we went through to get the damn things! I was even pissed off at the tag…

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Real natural? As opposed to what…. fake natural, or real pleather?

I was sputtering and reaching for my phone to call the store and pitch a fit when the husband decided he liked the wrong color and wanted to keep them. Which meant one of two things… he didn’t want to hear me bitch and rant or the thought of waiting another 2 months for replacements and going through the whole warehouse trip again was simply too much.

Either way, he wanted them. And though I wasn’t happy with the much darker color, sometimes I have to remember it’s his man cave and he should be allowed to choose something every now and then. (not that I’ll make a habit of that mind you) But we still had to deal with the no legs issue. We searched the boxes and the wrappings and under the cushions. Nothing. I was getting ready to call the store again and pitch a fit when the husband noticed a string hanging under the second chair.

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There was a zippered compartment under each chair with a box of legs. Clever. But I have to wonder how many other clueless customers search in vain.

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Pieces and parts. And a few hammer shots later…

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I read another tag.

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Our leather chairs are going to have zits and mosquito bites? WTH.

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So there they are. In all their too damned dark glory.

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Husband is happy, and I have to admit they’re very comfortable. But I’m thinking a few strategically placed throw pillows will go a long way to pull it altogether.

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Moving day should not include random body parts.

 

We helped a friend move last weekend.

Because… yes.

 

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Moving is hard work.

 

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There’s lots of stuff to pack…

 

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Lots of stuff to lift…

 

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And lots of stuff to push across homemade scrap wood ramps.

 

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What do you mean that’s not how professionals do it?

The silly thing weighed a ton and it got there.

Do we really care how?

No. We do not…

What we do care about is finding random body parts.

Tell me you saw it.

In the picture with my husband carrying the bright blue garden bench? Go back and look, I’ll wait.

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A random leg.

And it wasn’t the only one.

 

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The damned things were popping up everywhere.

 

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Bizarre?

A wee bit.

But some of our friends are as well, so it’s to be expected….

 

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It got to be a running joke about where they’d turn up….

So at the end of the day when we were relaxing with beer and bowls of chili?

 

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Naturally we needed a centerpiece.

 

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And P.S….

Just for the record –

As much as I wanted to move their 442 Olds right into my garage at home?

 

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I restrained myself from stealing the keys when they weren’t looking.

That my dear, is the very definition of friendship.