just a dresser

it's just a dresser, it's just a dresser, it's just a dresser......(repeat)

I have been using the same dresser since I was (how old was I mom?) about 6 or 7 - maybe earlier.

my mom used that same dresser since she was at least 13 (right?)

it was my great grandmother's before that.

sounds cool, but I'm thinkin' it was on the forefront of plywood furniture because it's not what it sounds like.

it's simple, not super sturdy, it's just a dresser.

it is finally falling apart,

it's not pretty and I got permission from my mom to just let it go away.

the drawer faces have fallen off of two drawers and some of the drawers don't have the tracks anymore....nothing huge, it's just worth moving on.

So. I found a dresser in a little antique store south of town here.

It was already painted the right color, it really was an antique, it was adorable, perfect AND the right price (super duper cheap is the only price I pay).

sold.

I go to pick it up today and there are two older ladies 'guilt tripping' me into unscrewing the mirror off before I load it in the car - against my better judgement, I was trying to be respectful of their 'wisdom' (HA!) and I let them unscrew the mirror off -

at least if they were going to insist on having it unscrewed, THEY were going to do it.

They verbally announce that they are putting the screws in the drawer.

fine.

fine.

then a 'gentleman' helps me DRAG the dresser across the concrete, until I asked him if we could carry it instead - it was like fingernails on a chalk board and now I was on the

verge of tears.

he 'helps' me lift it into the car but lets it slam down and then scraps it across my bumper - more fingernails....

he leaves it half way out of my car and turns to say good bye!

good riddance.

I lifted it, gently, finally, the rest of the way in.

Got it home, cleaned up and opened the drawer to retrieve the screws.

NOT THERE.

she did NOT put the screws in the drawer.

where they are now, who knows and it doesn't matter because while I was attempting to find other screws I lost my grip and the mirror came CRASHING down on my wood floors and fell into a million pieces.

I was no longer on the verge of tears.

I was mad, scared because Sophie had literally just taken two steps away and barely cleared the crashing mirror and mad some more.

the tears started to come.

it's just a dresser, it's just a dresser, it's just a dresser......

I'm still holding back tears.

And I want so bad to call and give those ladies a piece of my mind.

I won't, it's not worth it, I let go of the mirror BUT IT WOULDN'T HAVE EVEN BEEN OFF IF THEY HADN'T ARGUED WITH ME!!!!

it's just a dresser, it's just a dresser, it's just a dresser......

I had another mirror, so here's what it looks like right now.

Jake was home (that was a miracle!) and he says he has somethin' up his sleeve - sigh...

it's just a dresser.

really, I'll be over it after I hit 'publish' on this post but right now, I'm just sad.