My parents made it safely down from Minnesota, arriving at around 6pm. My father, in his typical fashion, couldn't be content with just bringing the truck -- oh no. Instead of bringing just the truck, he brought the truck with the topper on so he could stuff the bed full of things for the house. In addition to the truck was the 12-foot dump trailer that he also loaded up with goodies. It took us two and a half hours to unload it all, involved some drama with a lost set of credit cards and had the unpleasant side-effect of freezing my fingers. Afterwards we celebrated with a trip to Portillo's for dinner and a brief stop at Meijer for some groceries. I think I fell into bed sometime around 11:30 in the evening.
I'm not sure where I'm going to put this windfall of furnishings but I have faith it will all find some niche or another in the house. I'm not sure what I did to deserve this windfall, but I'm thankful for it.
Tomorrow is my TCM-430 midterm, which the professor tells us is going to be based entirely on the lectures. When I get home tonight I'll peek around my house to see if I still recognize it, try to lend a hand with whatever project my folks have started upon, and then retreat to my bedroom with some soda and my laptop. It's time to dust off my notes and get some reviewin