My marriage may be in trouble, and it's my own fault.
We've been preparing for a couple of weeks for the estate sale of my dad's household goods.
Today, as Vern was moving the heavy furniture out of the trailer for what seems like the 527th time, I put my marriage at risk by telling him I wanted to set up the items in showroom-like displays.
The look he gave me could have frozen fire.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Labels: The Urge to Purge