At 6:39 this morning, I get a phone call from a man who says he is going to deliver our couches today.
The plan was for me to be at work all day, come home, and magically have couches, then eat my birthday dinner on my new couch.
Roomstore delivery guy tells me that we are the last delivery for the day and they will be here between 5pm and 9pm. I swear its because of my stinkin last name.
I think I should change my name to Ricky Applebee, so then I could be first in line for everything.
Thanks a lot, Roomstore, for ruining my awesomely planned night. I know these busters are gonna show up at 8:59.