that, upon hearing that I managed to deconstruct and remove my hideous former sleeper sectional on my own strength, that The Boyfriend would be overcome with awe at my impressiveness. But no. He got paranoid that I may have scratched some part of the house, and pissed that I didn't wait for him. Grump. I didn't wait because I wanted it done before it got dark. And I wanted to prove that I was capable of Great Feats of Strength. And I am - so *there.* Grump. read more
