Wednesday, March 31, 2010

MVP

A few weeks ago, after living on rental furniture for over a year, we finally had our things delivered. I'm happy to report that we are now sleeping on our own bed, lounging on our own couch, and eating dinner at our own table. Or we would be eating dinner at our own table if we didn't eat it on the couch. Whatever.

Besides furniture, we also had a whole lot of other stuff that we'd been missing. Dishes, a toaster oven, towels, movies; you name it, it was in storage, replaced by cheapo rental crap. We missed our stuff - many of our conversations went something like this:

d: Man, this iron sucks.
s: i know. and the worst part is...
d: we have a better one in storage in New York?
s: yeah! ::sigh:: i can't wait until we get our stuff back.

This conversation could be repeated, substituting just about anything in a typical home for iron. Can opener. Sheets. Lamp. Paper Towel Dispenser. Frying Pan. You get the point.

Needless to say, we've been very much enjoying our own things.

Before the big delivery we would talk about the things we were each most excited for. I was looking forward to the bed (i LOVE our bed. its huge and sooooo comfy) while D was excited for the previously mentioned iron and the ottoman, to which he is strangely attached. But when the things came, and when everything was finally unpacked and in place we had a surprising candidate for best re-acquisition: the kitchen stool.

Truthfully, I didn't even remember we had one. I don't remember buying it, I don't remember using it; in fact, I DO remember climbing on my kitchen chairs in Brooklyn to get to the things out of reach. But now I use the thing ALL THE TIME. That little stool has been the most-used item in our house the last few weeks.

And the bed? Still amazing.

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