The Delivery

I come home from work the other day to find all of my dining room chairs in the garage lined in a row, between the cars like some soul train ready for take off. “OMG What the heck is he doing”? I say this out loud like I should expect some formal answer from thin air. There are four large boxes on the other side of the garage. When I get into the house my husband is taking his afternoon nap.

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I look in the dining room to find 4 new chairs in addition to the 4 boxes in the garage. 8 chairs. We had contemplated getting a new dining set. He wanted new chairs, I wanted a new table and chairs. I hate this table. Solid wood and the top made of uneven slate tiles. So uneven, there is no room for clumbsiness when sitting a drink down. And slate, let me remind you, is so heavy I can barely maneuver it on my own. This table has been with us for years. It has traveled over 800 miles with our move to the Pacific Northwest and I hate it.

The next day that’s all I heard, how great of a deal he got on these chairs. Okay, okay, they actually were really nice, and I admit to everyone else BUT my husband, they matched the table quite well. He did a really good job picking them out.

Today, I come home from work early due to a power outage. My husband and I are out back chatting about each others’ day and I hear the UPS driver pull up. 3 more boxes. Wait, what? I chat it up with the driver about drinking wine (I was having a glass) and He was wishing he could have a glass and ask him about this random delivery he was bringing us today, like the delivery of 8 he brought yesterday. My son brings the 3 boxes into the house and I ask my husband, what is this? “Chairs for the other dining table in the kitchen”. Really? “Where is the fourth chair”, I ask him. He acts surprised, “What do you mean fourth chair”? “There were only 3 delivered”. What?

By this time my daughter came home and asked about the boxes. I said to her that her dad was annoyed because we only received 3 boxes. She says, “3? There’s 4 sitting there”. He perks up and says, “There’s 4”? Confused, I said “no, there’s 3”. My daughter says, “pretty sure there’s 4”. She then leans around the corner and peers into the dining room. “Oh, I guess there is only 3”.

Poor baby girl can’t count, just like her father.


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Robin is an Administrator with experience in account management, marketing and job coaching. Her background is executive management, marketing and healthcare. Fueled by her passion for understanding the nuances in motivating her teams to work effectively and efficiently, she inspires through a creative mindset and humor while allowing individuals to express themselves through their talents. Robin's knowledge and determination to rationalize and apply systems, assists others in generating effective time management and workflow. She believes the key to success is through mindfulness, positive support and collaboration.

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