So I bought a couch last week - a birthday gift for my wife. She's eyed this particular model for a while (even bought the cover she wanted months ago), so it was only a matter of saving up to get it. Birthdays are a good excuse to splurge for the one you love, right?
The Mission: Infiltrate the local IKEA store, acquire and purchase said couch, and bring it home without the Mrs. knowing about it. Sounds simple enough, right? And you know a cinnamon roll or two will be part of the deal. So I called up her dad (cause he has the giant car for the job) and made arrangements. The day of the operation, he calls me and asks me to help lift "something heavy."
That's when I got ready, grabbed a ski mask, and decided to leave mask at home. Probably wouldn't go well, wearing one of those in a big furniture store on a busy Saturday (blasted stereotypes ...). Anyway, we hit the road, found the couch, bought it (and cinnamon rolls), and packed it in the back. Easy. Now for the hard part.
Got it home. I check out the scene. It's nap time. The kid's door is closed. So is our room. The place is quiet. Perfect. I go outside, then lift the big box out of the SUV, only to hear, "hey, guys ... what is that? It's huge!"
She got her present early, and was very happy about it, I might add. And it's comfy. But I did learn a valuable lesson: closed doors doesn't mean they're asleep.
Sounds like a good tagline for a creepy novel, huh?
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Update: Now that unforeseen responsibilities are taken care of, I can finally get back to the grind unhindered. This includes a serious jump on The Dragon's Heart - a chapter, read and revised, each day this week. Hold me to it. I would like to catch up, and maybe get ahead.
I'm also attending a Publisher's Fair this Wednesday. It might be worth your time to check it out if you're in the area and not doing anything that afternoon.
I'm David, and we're going to miss you, Dale ...
And so will your RV ...