If you give Frannie a three day weekend, she will want to visit her parents.
When she visits her parents, they will want to give her a piece of furniture that no longer fits in their spare room.
When Frannie accepts this piece of furniture, she will want to rearrange her current furniture so that it will fit in her dining room.
(This will involve help from the Boyfriend.)
When the BF realizes that Frannie wants to move the 200 year old, passed down, hand-made, trucked across the country in a covered wagon, by Irish immigrants, worth a bagillion dollars, 700 lb, Breakfront...among other things, he makes her swear that this will be its final resting place until we leave this house.
Forever.
When the Breakfront is moved and the new piece of furniture is in, Frannie will realize that the rocking chair that the BF lovingly restored for her is still without a cushion and she will want to go to Pier 1 in search of a cushion, with the BF, who just wants to mow the lawn.
Once, she finds a cushion which matches the orange leather sofa and the cranberry red walls of her living room, she will want a nap.
Because three day weekends are way more exhausting than work!
4 comments:
This is why movers were invented.
And liquor.
Joshua. this is to you from the bf. i held up my end of the bargain. there was no quid pro quo. laf.
This is how most of my projects start too. Be careful; you might end up building a house. ;-)
I SOOOOOOO want to see a picture of your living room, girlie! Cranberry red walls? Orange sofa? You're living in my dream world. I crave color like that!!
Post a picture, pleeeeaaaasssseeee.
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