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baronessekatSo on my way out to my car after work the "you've got voicemail" chime rings on my phone.
I check it and it's a message from the Salvation Army "good news, we can pick the stuff up Friday".
I sigh. My first thought was "great, I'll just run to the Doma and throw a tarp over everything." Then I called![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dicea since she's near a TV or computer to see what the Weather Channel says the forcast is for now until Friday Morning.
Of course... scattered showers. Even with a tarp I can't be sure the stuff won't get wet.
So off to the Doma I go, haul it all back into the garage. Friday morning I'll get up and head back over to pull it all back out into the driveway again.
If I have to move those damn LP records one more time after Friday I'm going to scream. Those suckers are heavy.
I check it and it's a message from the Salvation Army "good news, we can pick the stuff up Friday".
I sigh. My first thought was "great, I'll just run to the Doma and throw a tarp over everything." Then I called
dicea since she's near a TV or computer to see what the Weather Channel says the forcast is for now until Friday Morning.Of course... scattered showers. Even with a tarp I can't be sure the stuff won't get wet.
So off to the Doma I go, haul it all back into the garage. Friday morning I'll get up and head back over to pull it all back out into the driveway again.
If I have to move those damn LP records one more time after Friday I'm going to scream. Those suckers are heavy.
