... the Rubicon crossed, the barn door open, and a few other assorted clichés... feel free to add to the list. We went out and ran our errands earlier today... drove over to The Big(ger) City™ for to get The Green Hornet washed, made an appointment to have TGH's balky windows fixed (the driver's side window lowers three inches and then quits, the passenger's window acts like it's on its last legs), and then stopped off in a local furniture store to do some browsing/window shopping for to furnish the new apartamento when that time comes.
I shouldn't have done that.
Mainly coz I bought this:
A lousy-ass phone pic
That's a powder blue (I think... it might could be gray, but it's sufficiently manly) sofa, love seat, coffee table, and two end tables... back to chrome and glass. It ain't exactly Scandinavian, but it ain't Wild West or over-stuffed, either. I also priced out a bedroom set, a dinette set, area rugs, a repository for the teevee and stereo, and a mattress but didn't pop for any of that stuff at this time. I'm gonna get away a lil bit cheaper than I originally thought, what with the most expensive item on my list bein' a Tempurpedic mattress. Those folks are right proud of their products...
But we have a beginning on the furniture... all we need now is a place to live. Isn't there some sorta cliché about carts and horses?