Chairs Be Gone

Tonight my ex came over because he has a van and I was giving some dining room chairs to my son. No, not the table that goes with the chairs because I use that table in the computer room to do my jewellery.

However, he already has a table, so he scored some chairs. There was a woman at work who, when she found out that I had this extra set of dining room chairs, mentioned to me that she also needed dining room chairs because right now she was using lawn chairs.

If I was really nice I could have offered her the chairs. It’s not like I was selling them for money. But I figured I’d done enough for that woman, and she pisses me off anyway with her clothes that are always dirty, stained, wrinkled. If I could have said to her, “you can have the chairs if you’d wash your clothes that I don’t think have been washed in years”, then she would have had a deal. But as it stands now, my son got chairs.

I can’t tell you how big my dining room seems now that I don’t have 6 extra chairs in there. I’m liking it. I can actually move around the dining room table.

Slowly but surely, I’m getting rid of stuff. Purging is good for the soul.