we spend the better part of Monday evening moving furniture. The hardwood for the family room floors, (that I'd paid for in March) had finally arrived--much to my relief.
At 8am I go outside to move my car from the driveway, and find the floor installers truck has already arrived, the 3 young workers having their morning coffee.
Around 8:30am, I'm upstairs working when I hear doors opening and closing. The garage door, up and down, the back door, the front. I go down to investigate and am greeted with. "Where's the wood?" All I can do is shrug, I assumed they were bringing it.
Oh boy! Fortunately the guy with the wood arrived around 9:00.