That was a miserable weekend, on many fronts.  Things started off well on Friday, with a day off from work.  I kind of slacked off all day, not accomplishing much.  That evening we hooked up with the Munkirs at the Blue Moose for some dinner.  Quite a tasty meal;  I’m rather fond of that place.  The atmosphere was a bit sullied by the mob of children that somebody had unleashed in the dining room, but otherwise an enjoyable dinner.

Saturday morning started off as usual, which is to say I was up enjoying my coffee and reading the newspaper.  Somewhere around 8:30 Donette was rudely startled out of bed by the Nebraska Furniture Mart truck out front.  I have often heard people complain about the delivery service of NFM, apparently with good reason;  They had called me on Friday to confirm that they would be there between noon and 2:00.  Knuckleheads.  So, Donette shot up out of bed and got dressed, while I tried to corral the dogs and get them out of the way.  Anyway, to make a long story short, none of our new furniture fit up the stairs.  Actually, they didn’t even really try.  They tried the armoire, and I will certainly agree that piece wasn’t going to happen.  The mover-dudes were then convinced that none of was going to fit, so they didn’t even try the remaining pieces.  I was pretty bummed.  It was nice furniture, all solid oak with solid cedar drawers.  Not to mention, we haven’t had a freaking dresser EVER and I was looking forward to not having my socks spread across three bedrooms.  Well, I guess we still don’t have one.  So, they stuck it all in the garage and said somebody would be by to pick it up in twenty minutes or so, and went on their merry way.  As soon as they left, it struck me that I really didn’t feel well at all.  Omitting the gory details, this feeling was confirmed very shortly thereafter.  I spent the entire rest of the day in bed watching movies and popping nyquil.  Bummer.  Oh yeah, my day of misery was punctuated when the NFM jokers called at 8:00 that night to let me know that they were finally on their way to pick up the furniture.  Apparently 20 minutes had morphed into 11 hours.

Sunday was about the equivalent of Saturday, except Donette ended up with the same bug I had and joined me in the sick bay.  In short, I got cheated out of my entire weekend by an untimely illness.  Gosh, good thing it didn’t hit during the work-week, I would have had to dip into my 11 years of built up sick time.