The Dog Ate My Paper
Okay, so the dog didn't eat my paper... but when I tell you that I can't show you the finished living room because we went to get the replacement glass for the refinished hutch and we took the glass home and found out it was 6 INCHES TOO WIDE and went back to the hardware store and the 17 year old behind the counter said "Sorry, something must have been wrong with the ruler" {insert eye roll here} and said 17 year old proceeds to take glass back to the back to recut it and CRACKS THE GLASS and then comes back and tells us they don't have any replacement glass in that size and would we like to wait for it to come back in stock, oh, in say THREE WEEKS, and I think "Three weeks? I've got seven people who read my blog and they have been waiting MONTHS for me to finally reveal the finished living room and if I tell them they have to WAIT ANOTHER THREE WEEKS for the reveal they are going to get fed up, take me off of their blog reader, and never ever ever come back and I will be consumed with guilt for teasing those seven people and stringing them along for all these months"... doesn't it sound like I'm just making excuse after excuse after excuse?
Well, if we manage to find a place that has glass in the size we need it and the place doesn't have wonky rulers or inept 17 year olds behind the counter... maybe, maybe, I can finally show you the finished living room on Monday.
:)
In the meantime, I'll leave you with some pretty photos of the peonies from my garden and wish you a good weekend.
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