In the eighth hour of the ten hour delivery window, the truck with the butcher block arrived.
The wood crates that they came in....
We almost killed each other trying to pry the crates open. It was very frustrating until we figured out the right technique.
Love. Love. Love.
Dudley could not figure out why I was sitting on the floor and insisted on sitting between the slabs and me.
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