I got served

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. Readership of my blog currently stands at IFM (immediate family members) and friends I love like family. One of those friends perused my “Welcome to hell” post and felt my creative license left out a key detail. She’s right. I did not mean to imply that my signif and I were without assistance this weekend. In fact, we had the help of some incredible people. My apartment would still be a lovely shade of yellowish dirt if it were not for the friend who helped paint. I owe a huge debt of gratitude and the naming of my firstborn (or next pet) to my signif’s brother and his best friend who are not only freakishly strong but also patient and reassuring in times of great stress.

And then there’s the signif who not only carried my stuff but also carried me through the weekend. There are no words.

So to all those who may have felt slighted by any omission in my previous accounting of the weekend’s festivities, I apologize. I couldn’t have done it without you.

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