Go ahead, internet peeps, stretch a hand toward your computer screen and intercede for your virtual friends, Captain and Racer. Because if you didn't get the memo, they are in the moving processes. And frankly, the Racer needs to be medicated/sedated/calgon-take-me awayed.
I'm pretty sure that between the two of us, we have spent more consecutive hours in Lowe's over the past two weeks than we did in labor for all three of our kids. This time, there has been no offer of an epidural to GIVE US SOME RELIEF ALREADY!
That is all.
Except to say I'm pretty sure we both love our houses and are beyond grateful for them. But Lowe's...I hope they fall off the planet. But I'm pretty sure between our two home purchases, their stock prices are going through the roof, and that they will be here for years to come.
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Intervention
Posted by Timmarie at 9:41 PM
Labels: randomness
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3 comments:
Seriously...
Thanks for putting it into words.
I think my Lowe's hangover is just beginning to wear off... six hours and a whole lot of our dollars...get the nurse, I need the epidural!!
Hand stretched forth in heavy intercession. . . . . . . . .
hehe
Lowes is dangerous. It just sucks the money right out of your purse. Good luck with the moving!
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