You know, sometimes your husband is out on a video shoot all day of a Saturday. And sometimes you’re kinda bored. And maybe there are piles and piles of baskets and cups and coffee and sweeteners and every possible whatnot shoved in every corner of your teeny little townhouse. So maybe you go a little stir crazy from crawling over and around and through the crushing, visible evidence of your utter insanity. And maybe you’ve drunk a bit too much coffee because God knows you’ve got a lot of THAT now. So maybe — just maybe — the boredom and the lonely and the caffeine and the crazy all combine to make you — oh, I don’t know — push a heavy rattan chair off its wobbly stack and up a flight of narrow and sharp flagstone stairs. And maybe, later that same day, your husband comes home asking about your day and you are vague and blase. Then maybe he stands at the bottom of the stairs and gazes up at the landing where the giant rattan chair is now stuck and looks down at you and says …. slowly …. drily:
“Uhm, is there anything else you want to tell me about your day?”
You know, maybe.
Ah-BWAHAHAHAHAHA! I just gotta move some furniture, that’s what I gotta do…
I’m laughing with you – or at myself – because I used to rearrange my room when I was bored, and it always took days, and so I’d be sleeping on the couch or something until I was “done” – but I never was. Almost invariably I’d get to a point where everything fit except one thing – and then I’d go, “Oh, yeah, now I remember, the dresser doesn’t fit there, and the door won’t close if I move the desk over.” You know, because me am caveman and me idiot…
hey, at least it made it all the way up the stairs!
HA!!!!!
If this was his only comment, I must say, MB is such a sweetie! My own darling husband would have had a few more things to say.
Shannon — Let’s just say he’s used to my antics by now.
NF — Sorry! Your comment went into dreaded moderation.
You must stop trying to foist your p-o-r-n-o-graphic comments on us! 😉
But yeah, that’s exactly what I do, too. You think I could have MEASURED the chair first, but no, no, I did not.
Hahahaha Tracey! I’m notorious for my lurid furniture-moving escapades.
Sometime, I am going to have to share with the world my most recent adventure caused by failure to measure properly. You may have inspired me to put it up tomorrow after work, actually.
HAhaha, NF! Lemme know when it’s up!