Been shopping

Husband picked me up Monday in the battle-ax rust-bucket etc Van.

"Um, what happened to the buggy?"

At this point I have taken over the narrative and substituted fifteen minutes of explanation, arm waving and plot exposition with the following:

"Had to take it to the Auto clinic to get the radiator flushed."

"Oh."

At this point I have taken over the narrative and substituted fifteen minutes of explanation, arm waving and plot exposition with the following:

"I stopped at Whoozit and they have an armoire, wanna go look?"

So we picked up the buggy, shopped the Armoire at Whoozit in the back of the van, and what followed loading, unloading, schlepping it upstairs was worthy of the best of Laurel and Hardy. No one actually hurt, you understand, but there was plenty of potential.

Fits in very snug next to the one hallway upstairs bookcase, also purchased from the fine people at Whoozit.

Small digression. For some reason the spellchecker does not reconize armoire.  I am not sure if it spelled correctely, but I cannot go Google without closing this page, so here goes,  saving and posting.