You guys. I sold my piano.
And my Lovesac.
It hurts my heart quite a lot. Oh it hurts. The piano goes between noon and 3:00 pm tomorrow.
And the Lovesac? It's already gone. Last night. The guy made an offer, I nodded. And next thing I know I was saying, "Just push, like giving birth!" as he struggled to get it downstairs and out of my house.
Sad. I am trying to be strong. Oh, but it hurts. I love my STUFF. Isn't the most ridiculous thing you've ever heard? No? You love your stuff too??? Oh, that makes me feel a lot better. Thanks.
So, tomorrow I'll be gracing you with the story of my piano. It's quite a story.
And then after that, it'll be the story of the Love Sac. Oh that's also quite a story.
But I can't tell you those stories tonight because I'm too sad.
I am trying to remember that I am a grown-up. It's just stuff. It's just 100% replaceable STUFF. I'll be all right. Derek has already pinky-sworn to replace my piano some day when we get someplace that is a good home for a piano. I'll be okay. It's JUST stuff.