The house where my parents first did the plastic covers on the living room furniture was the 9th house I/we had inhabited in my first 12 years on the planet. And at least the 7th living room that furniture had seen (my memory fails me with respect to those two earlier homes). That furniture traveled (at least) from Great Falls MT, to Iowa City IA, to Omaha NE, and then all the way to Rockville/Potomac MD. I suspect today very few of us would pay to haul some not-at-all-fancy-or-unique furniture all those distances. Different times.
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All this thread drift is, of course, intended to help Robert feel okay about his particular local prohibition . . . . ![]()
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Yeah, but there will never be plastic in my house!!!
The reward is greater than the risk!
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I’m wondering if there’s some sort of twelve step program for breakage?
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I’m pretty sure you and my husband are related.
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We both like Goldens!
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It’s called. He breaks something every step he takes.
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I’ll be watching you
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