Well, I’ve had a dresser. Bought it a year and a half ago. It’s just that until tonight, it’s been in pieces. In a box.
Stop laughing. I had good reason.
No, really. See, I bought it and shoved it up the stairs at the old apartment, and it sat for a while in my office. I just didn’t have the energy to push it up the stairs to the bedroom, and there was no way I could put it together and then take it up.
So. It sat. I was thinking of moving, so I didn’t want to put it together in my bedroom then have to leave it there. Eventually, though, I did shove it up the stairs. Where it sat. John was selling the place, so again–if I put it together, I’d have to leave it. Finally the place sold, and Scott said he wasn’t going to raise the rent or make me move. I gathered energy to put the dresser together.
Scott informed me he was going to put carpet in that bedroom. I waited some more. I gave up on him, then Bly began considering moving. The plan was always if she came, we would be getting a larger place. My dresser waited some more.
We were very happy to move that one piece of furniture so easily, believe me!
I used a screwdriver, an electric screwdriver, an allen wrench, a hammer, and I’d moved up to a drill. I almost got to using a chainsaw–but I got that damned thing together.
And it’s purty.