So I move things around in the house. A lot. Like people's bedrooms and stuff.
My mother says she feels sorry for Desi because she thinks some day he'll come home, sit down, and fall on the floor. Because the sofa or chair that used to be there will be gone.
My VERY BEST FRIEND from childhood (or 8th grade or whatever) has recently given me a 17th chance and she has graciously, yet cautiously taken me back. She visited my home after a 2+ year absence with her amazing husband, Amos. Her absence may or MAY NOT have resulted from an episode of my drinking too much at Festa Italiano, badgering Desi, and hooting one of those gigantic plastic horns in the ears of complete strangers.
That sounded WAY more funny when I said it to myself.
So anyway, my former BFF took me back. She forgave me a MULTITUDE of sins. In return, I promised her I would behave. I would try to be a better friend. And I did. I was. PLUS, I promised her I would give her my 1920's farm house table and chairs. I'm not so sure she cared much about the chairs. Or even the table. But I promised her. And that table had AMAZING legs!!!
Only here it comes.
One of my issues (among others) is a major lack of patience.
That, plus since I crashed Desi's van and camper last summer,
I've been compelled to "earn" my keep, so to speak.
And so. I sold it.
I sold the fucking table.
To a stranger.
On Craigslist. AFTER I promised it to my soon-to-be-again-former BFF.
DEAR FORMER BFF, LATER REUNITED BFF, LIKELY TO AGAIN BE SEPARATED BFF...
I know I told you that it was yours. Except, you know how my patience is lacking.
And it's been on Craigslist for fucking EVER.
Apparently, much like the real estate market, anything will sell if you price it low enough.
I'm guessing this might not make you (LoLo) feel much better. If anything, know this.
Sofia was a lucky, lucky girl.