Tonight the largest truck I think this street has ever seen, stopped outside our house to drop off my birthday present. He came all the way from Melbourne with it and was extremely chirpy that I was his last job.
This is what happened two minutes after delivery.
“I like this chair so much. My chair.”
Me too darling, me too.
Then my husband told me I’m too short to fully enjoy the comfort of the chair and that there’s no point for me to use it.
I think this battle will be epic.
(So much for MY birthday present!)
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