Yeah, yeah... I know... I have fallen off the face of the earth! Well, at least my blog has been severely neglected and I feel awful about that. I have just been sooo busy with unpacking boxes, throwing out boxes, unpacking more boxes, taking the dog for a walk, hanging up curtains, making dinner, spending time with Mr. Top Gun, and still attempting to be a functioning human being in this foreign land! This is how the delivery of our household goods went:
* Movers arrive, ring doorbell.
* I buzz them in from the upstairs and go down to greet them.
* I am then yelled at by the 'head' mover and told to do something... He yelled at me in Japanese, so I have no idea what he said.
* I yell up to Mr. Top Gun to come down, and as soon as he sees Mr. Top Gun, he says to HIM in ENGLISH: "You move car?" WTF? Here we go with this whole we don't speak to women rule again!!!
* Furniture begins making its way into my home, carried on the backs of small Japanese men who mutter the numbers on the orange stickers placed on each box, muttered so fast and quiet that I can't hear them at all. They proceed to run the furniture up the stairs, down the stairs, up the stairs, down the stairs...
*I abandon asking them for the numbers and do not even try to listen to their muttering, so in my own attempt at checking the numbers off of my sheet in front of me, I physically inspect each box myself (with the help of Mr. Top Gun, of course.)
* Our bed proves to be a bit tricky to bring up three flights of stairs and three floors, causing them to scratch some of my wall downstairs by the entryway. SO NOT happy about this!
*Said bed is put together, and then I hear this: "Hello? Excuse me?" I run upstairs and see one of the guys pointing to the planks which support the bed, and he says: "Missing." Seriously? Mr. Top Gun is called upstairs and explains to me that we can't find the three pegs required to stabilize the center part of the bed, after the boxspring is put on.
*Mr. Top Gun then asks for the movers to completely re-check the entire contents of the trash in the truck, just to ensure the pegs weren't thrown away. NO PEGS ARE FOUND.
* Movers finish taking trash outside, and leave my home.
* Mr. Top Gun and I leave to find a solution to fixing the unstabilized bed, and return home with a bunch of magazines we took from the base. (Old catalogs, actually!)
* Said catalogs DO NOT HELP. AT ALL.
* I decide to take a chance and open up a box labeled "Lamp Shades," figuring I might find the pegs- lucky try right? Guess what? I FIND THEM!!! How they were packed with lamp shades, I do not know. Mr. Top Gun and I are very happy people now, knowing that we shall sleep upon our glorious bed!
* Bed is fixed, new Vera Wang sheets are put in the wash (thanks for the oh so decadent sheets, Nana!)
* Couches, tables, kitchen table and TV stand are put in place. Curtains are finished being hung, I attempt to open a few boxes of dishes and decide to close them up... for now...
* Mr. Top Gun and I sit down on our comfy couches and snuggle.
* His cellphone rings. It is a friend inviting us to dinner at his place, then to a party at another friends place.
* I RUN upstairs to get dressed, changing out of my 'moving day' clothes in record time, and we leave for the evening. I AM EXHAUSTED, but being with friends is always a good thing.
* Party time comes and goes, and as we are walking home I realize I didn't put the sheets in the dryer! An hour and a half later, sheets are dry, the bed is made and Mr. Top Gun and I pass out in it. I haven't slept that well since we left Texas!!
Pictures to come soon of the house decorating in progress!!!
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