The proper tool for the job

For 2 whole minutes I struggled and swore at the bed frame. You see, about an hour earlier, I’d heard the reluctant voice of my movers: “Uh, ma’am?” Setting aside that it still weirds me out to be “ma’am” to anyone, it’s never good to hear that tone; usually that means your favorite cherished breakableContinue reading “The proper tool for the job”