It's amazing how one little thing can make such a change! I woke up on the wrong side of the the bed, spent the better part of the morning either yelling at Scott or crying into his shoulder.
And then I got a phone call. The Evil Futon, which had been a lifesaver when our couch was delayed, but was an eyesore / space hog / source of excessive amounts of tension between Scott and I, and between my sister and I, was sold and would be out of my house by 6.
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