COMMON SEWERS OF WINE As the OH was cooking up spaghetti for dinner last week, he asked, "now what wine goes with pasta, red or white?" My response "it goes with whatever is open". Always go with a known winner I say.
Isn't the wall pretty? At least on one side. Let's spend a billion dollars to paint our side black so the illegals burn their little pads climbing up (actually that would be down) a sheer shiny piece of steel. They ain't crossing there and couldn't they just wait until night to rappel over? We are being run by a bunch of demented kindergarteners. Meanwhile the magas got all excited that little marmie was going to go on patrol in DC (like a real leader). Yep, an old out-of-shape dude was going to strap on an AK and a helmet and actually "walk around". Nope despite the hype, he garbled aimlessly to a group of soldiers about making DC parks into golf courses and his extensive knowledge of grass "I know grass" then booked leaving a pile of pizza boxes and hamburgers in his wake for his "dear kristi" (his words) to pass out. Isn't that special. Nothing screams leadership and credibility than pizza parties.
FURNITURE SHOPPING I have been wrestling with buying new couches for the living room for a while. Ever since our "expensive" leather loungers have been splitting along the seams which looks tacky as hell. Of course, checking with the original store got me a goose egg so I'm all for going back there for replacements - not. Setting out with every intention of perusing all the competition I had to overcome my visceral distaste for most stores and their adrenalin driven salespeople. The standard trope to back off the howling wolf commission-based hoard that attacks upon your entry, I grab the first person's business card and sternly tell them I'll call you when I see something I have a question about.
One Furniture store has a system of perching someone on a desk at the door and they round robin customers as they enter. Seems fair. However, one look at our attire and our "robin" waved us in a general direction and found something more fascinating on his cell. That just screams "we want your business". We made our circuit, never being bothered or asking for assistance and exited. One down. I was talking to a former bank person in a small town about judging people and she pointed out that in their area a lot of the customers were farmers who aren't wearing suit and tie to deposit their cash. Think millionaire farmers in overalls.
That guy's name furniture store has helpful, but not overly in your face intensity folks. However, inexpensive furniture is, how do I say it, cheap. No dovetailed drawers and over-built platforms, no steel-framed construction. Too bad.
A third furniture extravaganza's name just sounds cheap compared to an Eathan Allen name, but they do seem to be of somewhat better quality than say, the purveyor of my seam failed current furniture. Their salespeople run to you like they're still on the sinking Titanic and you're the last wooden door they see floating. We got our eager-beaver business card per my routine, picked out the item we were interested in, a nightstand, and then were told to wait for him and only him for the next 30 fricking minutes while he was leisurely checking out another couple with many issues. Apparently, they have cut back on sales folks as no one swooped in to steal his sale. Again, people should not assume this is the only time you will see a customer because they don't buy an entire bedroom suite on their first visit. Because I obviously did not go back there to buy my couch and loveseat for Mucho Dinero flakeface. Reap what you sow they say.
As I am the Queen of the comment card, letter, email, I of course, wrote a couple of the stores to express my constructive criticism hinting that I would soon be in the market for much more. Nada responses to my tactful missives. Monopolies have their downside....for the customer!
So, with nothing better to do we laid out a plan to visit whatever stores still carry furniture to start the replacement search. Now this is a bigger project than one might imagine. We now need to coordinate removal of Lake House furniture to, hopefully Habitat for Humanity; hire a mover to take the current living room to the lake house-each piece weighs about 1,000 pounds so we ain't doing it; before we can put in the new stuff. The only urgency is to accomplish this twisted ballet while the weather is still decent. We'll be sitting on whatever's left based on who shows up first or living in the kitchen which isn't all bad.
Starting from the furthest spot away (10 miles) we visited the "Big Furniture Store in a Little Town" I think their advertising says. It is odd to find this three-building long furniture store in a town that barely has any downtown and less people. Next to the railroad tracks...and the lumber company. Our lady, Robin oddly enough, rose from her rosewood desk in front and charmed the proverbial pants off of us. When I mentioned I was looking for red-gray-black she immediately steered us to the cutest little recliner I have ever seen and now lust after, sigh. She got them to mark it down (as she knew I would ask, I have that look). It is an eclectic combo and expensive and will not appeal to those who do not have an artistic bent as the woman who will wear orange and cheetah prints-she had my number. Ah well. I have a feeling it may be there for a while and may be marked down again. Also, I have no place to put it with my father's gigantic wing chair, so it would be pure insanity to give in to basically an impulse buy.
At any rate, we kept finding "favorites" until we discovered we like reclining couches. So a whole other style ascetic emerged. Long story short, I signed on the dotted line, much to the OH's surprise as we were going to visit multiple outlets before deciding. If it ain't broke and it works, etc etc. So now the furniture exchange dance begins.
HAS TO BE SAID Where altruistic people they say rise to the occasion marmie's sycophants seemed to have "lowered" themselves to any occasion where compassion, empathy, intelligence or doing the right thing is an option and choose to go the other way. Exhibited by Congressman Jasmine Crockett when she totally annihilated old man Huckabee in an open debate quoting one bible verse after another that supported those who follow Jesus feed the poor, care for the sick, and embrace the stranger. Upon his feeble retort on picking and choosing she also reiterated that the bible (Trump's version or others) never mentions same sex marriage or homosexuality but continues to support the poor, not tax breaks for business or asking people if they have a job before offering charity. Good times. Peace out/be strong....💚 💛💙
