Oh Lord....It's Too Big

So yesterday was a day of having anneurisms. The Salvation Army managed to show up on time and took my old stuff away. It was sad. Then I wait for the new furniture. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. They get there late, and I mean late. And then they bring in a box...and another...and another...and I am like...ok, those can't be the couches. They are the endtable and coffee table...that I have to put together myself. Then they bring in the sofa and loveseat and I nearly fall over. They looked normal in the store, but they are fucking HUGE in my apartment, which is not that big. So I start freaking out. Where are they going to go. Of course, I can't hang around or I will be late to rehearsal, so I leave my new furniture....with the cats milling about.

I get home and spend about two hours putting together the table, had to leave one in the box because I have NO room for it. I re-arrange the furniture, add the accent pieces, and still freak out that it is not what I want it to look like. ARGH!!!!

At least it looks like something like an apartment now.

I did not just use the phrase accent pieces, did I?

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