Yesterday Mrs. Carrera informed me that the love seat has beeen sold to friend a little over a mile away, and I was honored with the task of hauling it over there in the El Camino.
She had sold the main couch a couple of weeks ago to a different friend. Last night I had to sit in the one remaining chair to watch a movie with her as she was in her recliner.
Today soon, the new furniture arrives. Everything but my recliner. The furniture store is delivering it. All custom made with her choice of fabric, and style of couch and ottoman to fit the room. Our living room is a large room, but the fireplace on one end, and the 8 foot wide entrance from the entryway into the living room dictated the entertainment system be on the west wall, and the furniture be on the east wall.
She would ask my opinion on things but all she wanted to hear was "yes dear" and she has good taste, so I honestly don't care. She has yet to admit how much she spent, but she is paying for it with her money, and I don't care.
When I had my 911 engine rebuilt and at the same time had the transmission overhauled, with all new clutch parts she never asked how much I spent. It was more than a hundred bucks!
