We finally had our furniture delivered over the weekend. I learned a really important lesson: even if it's your favorite condiment in the world, don't pack a bottle of Vietnamese fish sauce in with your kitchen stuff. It will shatter and the rest of your property will smell like rotten fish. And She Who Must Be Obeyed™ will fail to see the humor in it.
And yeah, it amuses the hell out of me that my blogfather published a post entitled, "The Air Smells of Freedom" the same day I posted this. I have to disagree on you with this one, Daddy-o.