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The couch is here, and it's the right color, and all the bits are the right configuration, and... it's huge. Also, a little crunchy. It has that new-upholstery feel. Definitely needs breaking in. The dog and I are on the case, though - she's even bounded over it with wet paws already.
Now, I took the day off on a 'maybe' status - as in, if they weren't going to deliver the couch until the afternoon and Mr. Smeddley would be home anyway, I'd go to work. OF course, they gave us the deliver time that was exactly the time he needed to be gone, so I had to stay home this morning. Now. Technically, I have the day off, but to conserve vacation time (for what, I don't know, other than I did sell back two weeks to pay for the couch, so I'm lower than usual, but it's not as if we have any trips to any exotic locales planned) I could go in to work now. Or I could sit around in my jammies all day and do whatever I want.
It's a tough call.
In other news, the kitchen is all clean and it doesn't feel like my house anymore. Seriously, every time I walk into the kitchen I feel like I'm in a hotel or someone else's house. It's all alien and weird. I don't like it. And it's not about the clean - I like clean, contrary to a lot of what I say my house isn't that bad grime-wise, it's just very, very, very cluttered. So seeing the kitchen counter without its usual stack of mail and receipts and stuff... feels like we don't really live here.
It was a long, exhausting weekend getting the house this clean, and all we did was the two bottom floors. I still have the upstairs, which I could spend today cleaning. Or I could work on all those Snerffle prizes, which are all partially started (as in, the shopping bags are cut out, I have an octopus head done... those sorts of things). Though some are really easy and I just need to dig out the stuff to do them. Maybe that's what I should concentrate on today.
Or a nap. Again, it's a tough call.
Now, I took the day off on a 'maybe' status - as in, if they weren't going to deliver the couch until the afternoon and Mr. Smeddley would be home anyway, I'd go to work. OF course, they gave us the deliver time that was exactly the time he needed to be gone, so I had to stay home this morning. Now. Technically, I have the day off, but to conserve vacation time (for what, I don't know, other than I did sell back two weeks to pay for the couch, so I'm lower than usual, but it's not as if we have any trips to any exotic locales planned) I could go in to work now. Or I could sit around in my jammies all day and do whatever I want.
It's a tough call.
In other news, the kitchen is all clean and it doesn't feel like my house anymore. Seriously, every time I walk into the kitchen I feel like I'm in a hotel or someone else's house. It's all alien and weird. I don't like it. And it's not about the clean - I like clean, contrary to a lot of what I say my house isn't that bad grime-wise, it's just very, very, very cluttered. So seeing the kitchen counter without its usual stack of mail and receipts and stuff... feels like we don't really live here.
It was a long, exhausting weekend getting the house this clean, and all we did was the two bottom floors. I still have the upstairs, which I could spend today cleaning. Or I could work on all those Snerffle prizes, which are all partially started (as in, the shopping bags are cut out, I have an octopus head done... those sorts of things). Though some are really easy and I just need to dig out the stuff to do them. Maybe that's what I should concentrate on today.
Or a nap. Again, it's a tough call.