When we last left off, your favorite cheapskate heroine was rejoicing in locating the perfect used cherry wood dining room table on Craigslist (i.e. Where serial killers find their prey).
So things obviously started going a little haywire right around then.
For the record, Craigslist sellers and I have diametrically opposed definitions of the phrase in great condition:
The second area of dispute I have with Craigslist sellers is what exactly defines "Chicagoland area." Let's revisit the route needed to pick-up said Cujo table:
Now things would not have been so bad if I hadn't roped my husband into handling the pick-up, borrowing a truck from another firefighter, and operating on zero sleep as he was coming directly from the firehouse. I quoted the seller's exact words of "Chicagoland area" and "in great condition" to him. By the time Joe found himself heading home with one chewed-up and doggy defiled table a mere four hours later, I knew I was in trouble. He was muttering things like "If you think I'm going to stain all this..." and "Good luck trying to fix that upholstering, you can't even thread a needle."
As someone who once started a fire with her glue gun and later wound up in the emergency room while trying to hang a picture, I have spent my life shunning the Do-It-Yourself lifestyle. But now, with the mother of all renovations dropped in my dining room, I was at a loss.
Where was I to go?
What was I to do?
And more importantly, how would Joe ever trust me again?
The exciting conclusion is available today by clicking HERE over at Chicago Parent.