It was pleasant serving you

I had to toss out Child's day bed. That is sad, since it had a trundle that popped up, and the two together made a nice king sized bed. However, the frame can only be kicked against the wall so many times and then it become garbage. Then mom disassembles it and it's gone.

Still, I didn't want to only have one bed in a four bedroom house to show it. Karen had recently bought a new bed and offered me her old one. It's a queen size, so great for company instead of a twin. Gary and I tossed it into the back of his truck after we picked up my armoire/desk and tossed it into the garage. We took it upstairs and left it in the hallway a few days ago.

Having no spare frame and having asked anyone who might, I shopped around on the internet and found that Penney's has frames for the best price. I hustled down to the local Penney's store and got a bit disgruntled when the clerk insisted on having my name, phone number, address, and all just for a $38 purchase. I didn't have time to take it up with a manager. She said she needed the information even if I paid cash. I gave the information after assuring her I wasn't upset with her, but with policy. She assured me that my personal information would not be given out to anyone.

A week or so later I got a personal, written Thank You note from the clerk. She used my personal information, didn't she? A personal Thank You note for a bed frame? Is Penney's that desperate?

I dragged the frame out of my car and up the stairs. Those suckers are heavy, you know?

Last night I finished up the first coat of paint on the living room. After taping, edging twice, and rolling the walls, I spent 13.5 hours. I was tired. I got up this morning to a right hand that was swollen, sore, and achy. After berating it and calling it a wimp, it got worse, so I promised it a break today. No paint rollers. It started to cramp up so I promised no paint brushes, either.

I steamed the child's bedroom and shoved the furniture back in place. I got the box opened and the frame out. I started to put it together. Pieces are missing.

I have the clerk's name on the thank you card in her own handwriting.