So before we started putting everything back, I decided the shelves I'd purchased 15 years ago from Pier 1 (not retail shelves, mind you; I bought their display shelves when they revamped their look! Seven feet tall, 18 inches deep, and four feet wide. Two sets. And strong enough for my extensive album collection. Yeah, I'm 49, I have vinyl.) needed a paint job! Because there wasn't enough going on.
The hubster made bizarre little groaning sounds, but the boys were willing, so I took total advantage and ran to Home Depot while they took the behemoths apart.
Now you see why I wanted to paint them.
Super attractive, I know. But they were $5.
And when I returned, they were leaning against this. It's a tractor trailer filled with my mother's stuff.
Did I forget to mention that THAT had arrived? It's parked next to the pod filled with OUR stuff.
Masochistic tendencies? Why no, why do you ask?