Kyla ordered Carson a new bed, and it came in yesterday… all one thousand pounds (and one thousand pieces) of it. The Purolator guy was kind enough to offer to heft it into the apartment for me – I don’t think he realized he had to navigate the huge and awkward thousand-pound shipping carton up to the second floor, but by the time he figured that out it was too late. I’m grateful he managed it because I’m not certain I could have got it done.
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It was a Morning…!
