POLL: Random trucker delivering a custom chair we ordered three months ago from furniture maker in LA. (Yes that was rly dumb). Anywho, now he’s here with a 40’ long truck and about to back down our winding, icy gravelroad to the barn. He makes it or nah?

Update: he decided to come in front first. It does not look good.

Okay. Number one- I told him it was icy.

Number two- he decided to try it anyways. Even though he knew our road was one way in, one way out.

Number three- he does not have chains.

He. Is. Stuck. And. Blocking. The. Road. :-/

Update: I have given him two bags of sand from the base of our basketball hoop. And one bag of potting mix.

Sorry, Sawyer.

Sorry, Kate.

#herewego

Update: I am not happy. And the Neighbors have called

Update: his name is Brian. We are now very familiar with one another. He has been driving since he was 18.

He is still stuck.

Update: I officially have “Nose-sicles”. It is cold. We have used all the sand.

Do you want to see the Nose-sickles? Because I have proof. Don’t tempt me.

Oh, also- Brian was able to move the truck *enough* (like a pube more & he’d be in the woods), for my pickup to get by.

AND GOOD THING CUZ WE ARE DRIVING TO GET MORE SAND.

Ahhh. Fuck it. NOSE-SICLE:

Update:

This whole fiasco is what I get for being a losebag and ordering a bougie mid-century modern chair. I deserve this. And probably more.

Update:

Update:

BRIAN HAS TURNED AROUND. I HAVE LIFTGATE ACCESIBILITY AND BRIAN HAS TRACTION.

THE CHAIR IS IN THE HOUSE. I REPEAT....oh, never mind. Even I’m bored with this.

In all its glory. Candy Roaster for scale. I think I’m gonna name it...Brian.

#fin