It's something I always swore would not happen before marriage, but circumstances ~that are a 'hole nother blog post~ make it impractical to wait, so we've begun the transition of moving Lawn Boy into my house.
It has not been without issue.
For starters, for several years, I've only had broadcast cable. That's below basic, folks and basically gets you network channels if you don't have a new TV that picks up things on it's own ~ I didn't.~ Lawn Boy has satellite TV with the NFL package. I knew when he scheduled the transfer that he was ready to come. Blessedly, since he knew this was his deal, he did it on a Saturday morning. They came by 9. They left at 2. Yes, 2 PM... it took five hours and a supervisor to get it all set up!
I went shopping with my mother. Y'all know how I am about my mother. You can imagine that if I chose a shopping excursion with my mother and The Girl over remaining in my house, that I was feeling a little...tense...
Also on the agenda that day was moving LB's bed, which is a king, into my
They dropped a king-size mattress in the middle of the Interstate Highway you need to take to get from LB's house to mine!!!! There was backing up down the highway involved!
Fortunately, both men, other drivers, AND the mattress were unscathed.
But... HOLY COW!
Never a dull moment!