just got off the phone with the parental unit – she just sold her bedroom set and cedar chest that’s been travelling with her for over forty years. A sweet antique dealer gave her a good honest deal on it and it’s moving out the door right now.
she’s a little bit weepy, but realises that she’s got to get rid of it not only because it’ll give her some cash right NOW but also that if she moves into a bachelor apt or whatever that she won’t be able to take it.
yes, I feel like a jerk.
at least her cat’s staying with her. Can’t get rid of that little furry monster for love or money. Especially when the little nutbar starts to drink cold coffee and eating sugar out of the sugar bowl. Ew.