More seattle weather
Steve is about to kill himself because of the weather here.
I suspect it’s not going to get any better.
And, as though three days in a U-Haul weren’t enough, he decided that we needed to go on a road trip today. Snohomish was an interesting little town, chock full of antiques. I should backtrack here, and say that this trip was designed around our pretty much immediate need for a couch. A cheap, not-too-gross couch. (This is also why we went to Fremont yesterday.)
Naturally, we didn’t find one, although I did see a lamp I liked. Alas, with a $475 price tag, it was ever-so-slightly out of my price range.
We hit some furniture stores on the way back, where we were hustled by salespeople desperate for the end of the month sale. And then, we went to a consignment store around the corner, and found the perfect couch.
I mean, it was perfect. Deep orange, slim enough to fit through the door, and with an ultra-groovy coffeeshop feel.
And it was fifty bucks.
The only hitch in the plan was that a woman was paying for it.
But, as Scarlett said, Tomorrow is another day.