I got the kids dropped off and came back to the house to wait for the movers. I was unpacking stuff in the kitchen when I heard Lola in the other room. Guess what she did? She took a dump in the middle of the living room floor. All I could think is, "You've got to be kidding me!"
So the movers get here and things seem to be going well. Nothing was broken and I was relieved. Until...we got to the kitchen table. The part where the leg connects to the table was split in two. I could have a table, but it would be a three legged table. I tell the movers, "OK. I can deal with it, we'll just eat at the coffee table." No big deal. Until...I walk back into the garage and I hear the mover say, "Oh gosh. I hope this isn't here coffee table.". So our kitchen table and coffee table are both broken. I LOVED my kitchen table. I am really sad that I have to get a new one. Tonight's picture is of our white trash lawn furniture as indoor furniture.
| Yes, my kids were eating pizza for the second night in a row. |
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