Monday, April 4, 2011

It's ready to be striped....

We're ready to paint stripes!! Yay!!

Mr. Goose Poop and I spent over 2 weeks chasing around the city looking for furniture. We were at every furniture store possible. And looked at every Craig's List posting from here to Timb-Buck-To!! We finally decided on a set at Value City Furniture. We liked the low price (since, let's face it...we don't expect it to last long with all these kids, and plan to replace it in 5 or so years anyway!), and we liked that for an extra $100 there was a 7 year warranty that covers any stain we can't get out and any rip that happens. So yes, when my 3 year old takes a knife to the couch (not that I let my 3 year old play with knifes or anything), they bring me a new one for up to 7 years from the date of purchase! Cool, right? $100...those people don't know what they are getting themselves into!! At our rate, we'll have brand new furniture every 6 months!!

Anyway, so we picked out a couch and loveseat we liked, and decided we'll buy a cool funky chair to match it. This morning Mr. Goose Poop hooks up the trailer and sets out to buy said furniture. Well, said furniture isn't in stock, and if we order today it'll be in on Wednesday. Wednesday isn't good enough for us, we want our living room t.o.n.i.g.h.t. So Mr. Goose Poop said kiss my butt, I'll go buy the set we liked just as much at a different store! And away he and the trailer went.

To a different store he goes. And he pulls up, and the parking lot is a ghost town. Apparently this store doesn't open until noon on Monday's. So away he and the trailer went. Home.

An hour later Mr. Goose Poop and the trailer set out again. This time on his way out he mentions something about not coming home until he has a couch, so it may be a couple days!! haa haa...little does he know....

He gets to the store, finds a helper dude, says he wants that set, how much do I owe you? The helper dude says no prob, we'll see you in 30 days when it comes in!!


He calls, we talk, we bitch, we moan. We want furniture today. Not on Wednesday. Not in 30 days. Today.

After much bitching and moaning, off Mr. Goose Poop and the trailer go to the original store. He pays, they say see ya Wednesday.

So Mr. Goose Poop and the trailer come home. Our wallet is empty and our trailer is empty. It's just our luck anyway. Nothing is the house goes the way we want it too!

But the painting is done (for the most part) and Mr. Goose Poop is, at the moment, putting stuff back into our living room.

Tonight it looks like it'll be me, Mr. Goose Poop, and a futon mattress on the floor in front of our big screen!!!


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