12.24.2006
It was a nice day, which eased the situation. And when you have a Dad who works at the transfer station, everything that should go there, gets there. Like all the (broken and it was all broken) furniture that wasn't mine (including your broken bed Jessica:).
So now, the only furniture (and the only place to sit) in my apartment is my bed.
Today we cleaned the carpets with Dad's steam cleaner. He got out all the stains! I couldn't believe it.
Most of the crying was PMS, that's done now. Oi.
So now, the only furniture (and the only place to sit) in my apartment is my bed.
Today we cleaned the carpets with Dad's steam cleaner. He got out all the stains! I couldn't believe it.
Most of the crying was PMS, that's done now. Oi.
Labels: moving