*waves from the boxes*

I’ve got band-aids on every finger from opening boxes (Box cutter? Those are for sissies. And for people who can use them without cutting off their own fingers.) And I’ve been to Home Depot more times than I can count in that two day period and really, I deserve some kind of reward. Have you ever noticed that everyone who goes into that place immediately gets a glazed over look in their eyes?

The husband tried to placate me by buying me a hotdog and a soda at the entrance, like I was a little kid or something.

Okay, it worked, but only for like, ten minutes, until the soda ran out and I had to use the Home Depot bathroom. But anyway, we’re home. No complaints. Well, not real ones, although it’s still crowded around here, since the work’s not done.

So cabinet guy comes here yesterday to install some shelving in the den and dining room. And he’s a little crazy. Okay, a lot crazy. I know this about him, but at 8 am, I’m not in the mood to deal with anyone’s crazy - not even my own. And he comes in yelling at me.

Stephanie, what’s going on here? You said you guys were moving in, but you guys moved in. You can’t just move in - this is a contruction zone!

Yeah, that went over well. And the best part? He’s coming back this morning…

Steph T.

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